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it sounds like the OP has stress of work unless he checks and sees that everything is OK
Curiosity is more like it. And yes, I know it killed the cat
I'm not stressing about stuff I can't do anything about until monday. I rarely ever stress anyway. It's a gift
But yeah, if I check my email and nothing is up it does feel kind of like a relief. Especially since I just had a period in which I've been working in weekends too.
I'm retired now, but I was blessed with having a job I truly loved. I didn't get stressed, even when I had long hours (and night shift debug, I'm talking mainframe in the 70's). Someone once told me "Don't sweat it, it's only 1's and 0's, how difficult can it be?", and I took that to heart and never looked back.
I, too, check my work e-mail periodically in the evening and on the weekends. It is simply so that I will know what to expect when I return to work on Monday. However, I can honestly say that I can count only a handful of occasions in which I received an important notice/request/question/etc. via e-mail while not at work. It all typically comes during the working hours, though mostly by phone rather than e-mail.
djj55: Nice but may have a permission problem
Pete O'Hanlon: He has my permission to run it.
I think one of the biggest mistakes I've ever made is buying a so called "smart" phone. Never been more stressed out in my life, with the threat of an e-mail constantly looming. I'm a biz owner/freelance developer, so that seems to be the nature of the business.
I'm getting better at leaving my phone behind, and ignoring the "ding", but subconsciously I'm always on high alert. Whenever I hear the "ding", it sends a shot of adrenaline through my system, and for what?!! Yep, staples/amazon/best buy/code project/[insert name of targeting company here] trying to sell me something. Rarely anything important.
Back in the 90's there was a "Kill Your Television" song (Neds Atomic Dustbin, probably had nothing to do with what I'm saying, but like the title). Now we need a "Kill Your Phone/Computer" song for this generation.
50 cups of coffee and you know it's on!
Code, follow, or get out of the way.
Not a chance in hell, Friday afternoon means the next 2 days are MINE all MINE so bugger off.
I may go into work for deadline reasons, I often do research on my own time (looking into Silverlight Pivot) but never do I check work emails. For some reason one of the devs has my private email and keeps sending me meeting stuff on that account - that ends on Monday.
Never underestimate the power of human stupidity
If it's important enough for me to need to do anything about it, they'll call me, and I do not have an on-call position.
So no I don't check my email on nights or weekends.
I used to regularly check-in with email, but it took a drastic situation at a previous job for me to realize my time is more important to me that it is to any company I work for. (I am sure the exception would be if it were my company, but I'm not going to stress over that paradox.)
Only by exception. The last time I did so regularly was when I needed to pick the brain of a coworker who was on the other side of the country, stuck ib all day meetings, and only able to check his email from the hotel. Turnaround was too slow if I only had a single reply during the few minutes he spent in the morning.
Did you ever see history portrayed as an old man with a wise brow and pulseless heart, waging all things in the balance of reason?
Is not rather the genius of history like an eternal, imploring maiden, full of fire, with a burning heart and flaming soul, humanly warm and humanly beautiful?
Training a telescope on one’s own belly button will only reveal lint. You like that? You go right on staring at it. I prefer looking at galaxies.
-- Sarah Hoyt
The Golden Rule is never, ever, check your email after lunch on a Friday.
There is always the possibility that someone will dump something off their desk onto yours, which may really screw up your weekend while making their's much more pleasant - the old "I need this done by Monday morning" routine.
The only other rule is if you do check your work email over the weekend, if possible do it by web-mail so the email is still on the server on Monday morning - the old "Sorry, guv, I never saw it till this morning" ploy.
It drive me f***ing mad when coworkers or bosses assume I'm checking on weekends, especially if it's an emergency. I'm very often away from internet access, and unless they are providing me with a smartphone, my phone only takes calls and texts. Just because they are addicted to checking work e-mail doesn't mean I am, so I don't know why they assume it. A phone call will get a hold of me every time.
My little, white dog has always been easily scared (except for the time he "attacked" a German Shepherd).
However, this week he has raised the bar - 3 times I have heard him fart and seen him jump up in the air as if someone snapped a towel at him.
It's a good thing I don't freak out when I hear those sounds behind me .
A dog farting? Hah! That's nothing...
When Dij the Cat was so small he fitted neatly into your hand, he had flatulence that had to be smelled to be believed. Or preferably, not smelled. The sheer volume that kitten could fill was horrific. Unfortunately he would "release" when he got exited. And he got excited by finding us in bed trying to sleep...
Ideological Purity is no substitute for being able to stick your thumb down a pipe to stop the water
A young man was engaged to a beautiful woman and was finally going to meet her parents.
At the front door of the woman's parents home, the young man realized he was in a state of total gastric distress. Just then the door opened and his future mother-in-law welcomed him inside.
The man had a seat on the sofa along with the family dog. "Man, if I could just fart once I would feel so much better", the man thought to himself. So he squeezed out a tiny fart and the mother yelled out "BYRON!".
Relieved that the dog had been blamed for the fart, the man figured he could get by with another larger fart. So he let out a medium sized fart and again the mother yelled out "BYRON!".
Convinced he would feel fine after one more fart he let out a large honking fart.
Almost immediately the mother yelled out "BYRON!, move away from that man before he sh*ts all over you!!!"
Every man can tell how many goats or sheep he possesses, but not how many friends.