My New Job, Week 1

I hate it. Plus I have had the theme tune to Monk stuck in my head since Friday.

It’s a jungle out there.

My New Job, Day 1

I don't like it.

(Some Of) The Deets

So, yes, I have a job. I start tomorrow. I had a choice of start dates, any time between Monday, April 21 and Monday, April 28. Those of you who know me well will know exactly why I chose Wednesday to start. And I think for the time being I am going to keep where I will be working and what I will be doing on the down low. At least as far as this blog is concerned. Just to add some intrigue to my mundane existence. Suffice it to say, it is like nothing I have ever done before in an industry that I never really knew existed.

A Wednesday start date will mean I was out of work for 14 weeks, three-and-a-half months. But I really did not do much the first two weeks, so let’s call it an even three months. Everyone tells me that is a very short period of time to be job hunting and I guess it is but boy it sure seemed like it was never going to end during those long boring days of scouring the internet for jobs and watching The Price Is Right (I swear, if I ever see another commercial for walk-in bath tubs I will lose it).

I am feeling all sorts of confused and anxious and excited and nervous and I do have a few concerns. For one, I am worried it might be difficult to get back into the rhythm of a regular job, for I have been incredibly lazy during these three months. And my sleep patterns are all out of whack. Once Sammy realized I no longer had to be up at a certain time, he let me sleep in and I made the most of that. Then almost every afternoon I napped. Then when it was finally time for bed I fell asleep on the sofa and crawled into bed only after I woke up to go to the bathroom or Sammy bit me awake, whichever came first.

I’m also concerned about how Sammy will handle it too. Poor thing must be so confused. For years I leave him alone all day and then all of a sudden I am at home with him all day every day. And now I will be gone again for 10-hour stretches. But maybe I am kidding myself and he will be perfectly fine with me being gone again.

Details To Follow…

I got a job!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!