My first week in my new job has reached its conclusion and, for the first time in over a year, I actually know what it is to have 'that Friday feeling'.

Now that I work - gasp - a normal 9-to-5 Monday-to-Friday week, it means the coach journey back home on Friday evening is a cause for minor celebration. It's not that I don't like the new job - far from it - but the prospect of a couple of days without five hours' commute is a nice thought, as is tomorrow's ice hockey commentary and a trip to see Cheltenham v Leeds on Sunday.

Anyway, given I've not stopped by since Tuesday's car crash, I should get that out of the way first. I'm fine, no lasting damage, and the car is going in for repairs early next week. It has remained perfectly driveable so the damage is purely aesthetic (I've been searching for that word all week and only now have I remembered it). The only enduring effect, in fact, is a newfound paranoia when changing lanes. I now require at least two miles' open road in either direction before pulling out, and exist in a state of neurosis whereby I'm sure my wing mirrors move whenever I'm not looking directly at them. This may require therapy, or a good slap.

At work things are going well, although it is difficult to overstate quite how different my day job now is, despite the fact that I am technically still exactly what I was before, an online sports journalist.

In the old job I'd come in and be racing against time all day long in some shape or form - meeting deadlines with sports bulletins and programmes, getting interviews online as soon as possible, driving to outside broadcasts and interviews.

In the new job I turn up and then sit and have a very good, long think. Thinking was a sport reserved for the car on the way to interviews when I was doing radio; the concept of taking time to just think in the newsroom never, ever materialised.

But now I'm tasked with getting things right for our main Olympics website, which means it's my job to come up with ideas, flesh those ideas out, then find the people who can turn them into a reality.

When you're reading sports bulletins the deadlines come every half an hour or so - now, the ultimate deadline is ten months away, which means it's a very different mindset. Suddenly I find myself having to create, and dream up, my own workload, rather than arriving at work knowing what I've got to do. It's like having to come up with hurdles to throw in front of yourself, then working out how to leap over them.

The good thing is, when you're setting your agenda, you can make it pretty interesting. Today's been about working out how we're going to make the best out of social networking over the next year - in other words, going through sites like Bebo and Facebook, trying to work out what we could offer that people would want to consume via social networking sites. It's odd to spend your day trying to surf Facebook with a purpose, rather than in the usual aimless fashion.

But now, for the whole weekend, I'm going to forget about that and actually enjoy the idea of a Saturday and Sunday off. Well, except for the ice hockey on Saturday night. But that's hardly a chore, now, is it?