I have hardly ever worked less on a weekend.
I only did about an hour of work this weekend.
And not just because we were busy with family and friends (we were), but because there wasn't too much work that I HAD to get done by Monday morning. Sure, I could have prepared ahead, but I didn't HAVE to.
This is in stark contrats to my life as a grad student. I usually worked a whole lot every weekend. Either in the lab (because fish don't know the difference between Saturday and Wednesday), or writing at home. Or doing some stupid thing that I got roped in to doing that wasn't really required of me.
I like my new job.
And I figure next year will be even easier than this!
Yay!