In most of the work I did, I didn't get weekends off.
Now, I have a couple of scheduled activities on weekends. Plus I do the bigger housework tasks on weekends. So they end up being busier than weekdays.
The fact remains, though, that there really and truly are some areas where there really and truly is very little or nothing to do. (I know; I live in one.) And one of the main reasons that some places are like that is that the people who have lived there always or a long enough time want it that way; they couldn't care less if a newcomer (in other words, anyone who hasn't lived there at least 20 years!) is having trouble finding things to do or people to socialize with; they just don't care and their attitude is "if you don't like it here, leave." Which of course, some of us would love to do but are unable to for various reasons. So it's easy to say "just get busy and find something or somebody else to socialize with, hustle, hustle, hustle!" Easy to say that but it's not seeing the whole picture or being at all sympathetic.
I agree. Where I live, it's all hands-on stuff: hunting, macrame, etc. -- things that don't interest me. The people are nice, but they've known each other for decades. I heard of a young newcomer who tried to make friends at a mom-and-tot group. She was told that everyone already had all the friends they could handle.
A neighbor invites me for dinners, and although I meet people there, nothing comes of it. Another neighbor wants me to go for walks. I can't go for walks because of leg problems.
When I arrived here, I checked out some possibilities (e.g., Toastmasters), but those had been canceled by Covid.
I've had to fight hard to find (or invent) things to do with others. I've made and put up posters, paid for ads, written a newspaper article, gotten a police check so I could do volunteer work, etc. Things have gone wrong at every turn (e.g., the newspaper changed what I wrote, the police employee made mistakes).
Someone congratulated me on my volunteer teaching, saying it would provide me with a "social outlet." This surprised me, because to me, teaching is not a social activity, it's work.
So now, after a year and a half, I meet with my language partner once a week, and I have a board meeting once a month. I exchange a few words with a neighbor a couple of times a month. Woo hoo. Don't get me wrong, I count my blessings.