Quodlibets: Work is kicking my ass around Illinois

Hoooo, boy. Not working for over a year and a half has a serious impact on you when you do decide to go back to work. I get home at night and want to literally curl up on the couch and moan and whine about how tired I am. Though, I am, happily, less tired tonight than last night, when I cried twice and refused to eat (or decide what to eat) like a brat. I hope S knows how much I appreciate his patience. I hate this 9 to 5 shit (and I'm only stuck on it for the rest of this week, because the person I'm replacing hates coming in early) because my commute home is a living hell that needn't be a living hell. Tonight a twenty minute drive took 50 minutes, which is horrifyingly grim.

And then I got home and cooked a nutritious, balanced dinner, with the help of my rice cooker and S, who took a little sick break from work today. Chicken and rice, with a side of green beans. It ain't exciting, but it's a seriously better dinner than the fast food I ate last night. In a minute, I'm going to tear myself off the couch and begin doing things such as chores and errands, but now, I'm savoring the joy that is a soft couch beneath my ass. If I'm cranky for the next few weeks, please don't hate me. I'm readjusting my body and mind to work, and it's hard.

At least I like the job. Unlike the last one, which made me cry when I thought about going back. (Oh yeah, maybe I should just state that the crying last night wasn't job related, but food and S related. Poor S.) I'm pretty anxious, because I'm very worried, at this point, that I can't fill 37.5 hours a week with this stuff. Somehow I'll make it work. Because I like this job, and this job definitely likes me. If my blogging is light, work is why. I'll eventually get into a rhythm, but unti then....