Hectic Relief

I suffered through my first week at the new job. Okay, that was a bit dramatic, there was very little suffering involved. And to be truthful, I don't hate it nearly as much as I had anticipated. Your co-workers really do make a difference. I went in with the mindset that this was not at all what I wanted to be doing and it was just a waste of my talents...and it still probably is, but it is a tolerable waste that is absolutely necessary, financially.

I started with a few other recent college grads, all with bachelors degrees in unrelated fields--take health/fitness and international relations for example. There is even a young single mom in the group. It's amazing how much relief you feel when you realize that others are in the same boat and can relate to your shattered dreams.

Again with the overdramatic statements. You're welcome.

Starting a new job isn't all decorating-your-cubicle and having-a-new-title. Its surely harder than it looks or harder than people remember. Or something like that. For one, just finding the right parking spot and the right door is discombobulating. Then you have to mess with security (or be messed with by security) and figure out how to operate the doors. These suckers can spit you back out if they so choose. For real.

Then there's the name and clique learning, who to fear, and who to befriend. Where are the bathrooms? And why are there showers?

Oh, and then there's a whole new connnfusing computer program and procedure. Y'know, that whole "training" part of a new job. Whatev.

But by far the hardest part is leaving Hudson at daycare everyday, all day. Where is the time I had to just sit and watch him get into stuff? Our cuddle time has been drastically reduced, thanks to my crack-o-dawn schedule. Like his mom, he doesn't take kindly to being woken up. However, he has BEATEN ME UP almost every morning, in both senses of the phrase. He is definitely getting rowdier by the day. I admit to crying a couple times after leaving daycare in the morning--it is heartwrenching to have a childcare worker pry your screaming toddler from your arms so that you can be 60 miles away on a computer all day.

All this, and guess what--thank GOODNESS I have a job. Many aren't so lucky. The job search is so discouraging, I'm just thrilled to have been chosen for something. I don't think my self esteem could have taken much more. I rock.