Wow. It's been a long, long 7 months, but I'm finally back to work. Honestly, after you've been unemployed that long, you start to wonder if you'll ever be able to function in the working world again. How on earth did I manage my life before? Juggling 8 hour days + taking care of 2 dogs and 2 cats + cooking, cleaning, and laundry + half-marathon training + reading, facebooking, socializing - the thought of it makes me want to crawl back in bed. But somehow I'm pretty sure that I'll swing back into things quickly, and pretty happily. Sure, being out of work has its perks. I loved going for long morning runs and, afterwards, soaking for an hour in the bath with coffee and, later, a good book. Or maybe lounging in the hammock for the afternoon and then meeting a friend for early afternoon cocktails (because, let's face it, these days half of your acquaintances are probably unemployed...at least it seems that way. Birds of a feather.) Still, after almost 2 weeks back at work, something has happened that I wasn't quite expecting. I realized that I love working. Yep, it's true. I am almost giddy to be back amongst colleagues, learning new stuff and talking to candidates (both new and old). I hadn't realized how much I missed being productive - I mean, really productive - and what a difference it would make in my general outlook on life. I feel like a human being again.
But you know what I think I missed the most? Friday afternoons and the anticipation of The Weekend. Enjoying a long, happy weekend, no strings attached. I worked hard and I will every single savory second of it. Have a good one, y'all. See you Monday.
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