I’ve been a member of the working world again for two days now, and I’m dog tired. I feel like a walking zombie.
It’s not because of the job. It’s because I’m not used to waking up at 7:30 in the morning. I haven’t been getting enough sleep. I don’t think it helped that I had a piece of chocolate cake last night an hour before I got into bed.
I’m still finding my bearings at work – I haven’t been there long enough to get a sense of things yet. But my new office building is very close to my old office building, so I keep having to reassure myself that I’m not a lawyer anymore. Whenever I remember that, I smile inside and feel a little rush of pleasure. No longer am in a career in which people thrive on adversarial relationships. No longer am I in a career for which I’m not suited.
I’m so used to having a job that’s totally wrong for me that’s it going to take a while to get used to the new state of things. Call it post-lawyer trauma. Even though I was by no means a slave in my old position — I was a government employee, after all — I never really liked that job. I’m glad it’s over.
No chocolate cake for me tonight; I’m going to try to get a good night’s sleep.