So: work. I can’t, won’t, will not, must not talk about it. Except I have to say this: I leave home earlier every day, get home later, eat lunch at my desk, and pretty routinely feel like an idiot. It’s taken over my life, my free time, my cooking time, my writing time. It has, as of this afternoon, officially taken over Thanksgiving with a project that will take me all weekend that absolutely must be done by next Monday. By all measures, I should be frustrated and miserable.
But I had lunch today with a supervisor from my old job and it was almost impossible to hear what she was saying over the deafening chorus of “thank god this is not my life anymore” running through my head. New job is hard, it’s a little bit greuling right now, and I love it.
That’s pretty cool.
If you love it, it must have been the right move. It is rare to find a job you love. Congrats.
Yay! I’m so happy that you made the right move! I’m sure it’s overwhelming now, but at least you’re enjoying it.
One of the best feelings ever, isn’t it?
I am happy you were able to see the bright side! I switched jobs last year, and every time I meet up with an old coworker, I feel the same way
That IS cool. It isn’t always about how much work there is–if the job is fulfilling, it’s SO worth the extra effort.
Still, I hope things calm down for you soon.
Wonderful info. I will take a decent amount of time to absorb this info!