I don't even remember when Cliff started working the four-day work week. It seems like at least a year, but who knows.
We've learned to deal with it because, you know, he always gets a three-day weekend.
That sounds good, doesn't it?
Except that for four days a week, he gets up at mid-morning, eats breakfast, goes for a walk, eats dinner, and goes to work. Oh, and on Friday, he's so tired he's a zombie.
He and Tony, the guy he rides to work with, are given the choice of going back to a five-day week every three months. They've decided that when the time comes to make that choice, they're going to go back to a five-day, eight-hours-a-day, work week, at least for three months; because they do have the option of going back to four-day weeks if they want to.
I've learned to deal with either schedule. What's time to a hog?
A hog, you ask? What are you talking about?
This comes from an old Jerry Clower story: A salesman approached a hog farmer and said, "Mister, if you buy my hog feed, your hogs will go to market two months sooner."
The farmer answered, "Oh well, what's time to a hog?"
So we'll see how Cliff and Tony do, going back to a regular schedule. One thing about it, no matter what his schedule, Cliff only has to make it until next June. Then he retires.