I don’t know what I was thinking, but apparently I had this great idea that life after grad school would be much slower. With no homework or classes to attend, I could get up, go to work, and come home. End of story. Perhaps I chose the wrong job to “ease” myself into the grown-up world, but as I’m nearing the end of my first week of real work, I’m realizing a couple of very interesting things.
On the top of the list of things I’m noticing is that I have LESS time than I ever did when I was at school. Between driving kiddo to camp/daycare (15 min), driving to work (45 min), work (5.5hrs), and driving home (45 min), I feel completely drained and ready to go to bed. Piles of laundry loom in various places around the house. (I’ve long since discovered that if you make MULTIPLE piles spread around the house, it feels like you’re less behind than you really are.) Even my husband offered to “help out” with the laundry. I thought that perhaps working part-time for a few weeks would help me get re-oriented to a full time job down the road. Either I was wrong, or I picked the wrong “starter” job.
