Jumping head first into a new job with very long and very early hours has taken it out of me. I'm beat, from head to toe, exhausted. I have seen Joseph for only a matter of minutes since Christmas night when I went to bed. I won't see him for any considerable amount of time until tomorrow night, when I get home from work. That's going to be the biggest adjustment for us, making our lives mesh together when we're on completely opposite work schedules. We'll figure it out and make it work, I guess. He has told me how proud he is several times and has assured me that he'll help me keep it all together, so we'll see how it goes.
I'm really happy with my new job and looking forward to getting comfortable and familiar with the club and my position. I feel really well suited for the job and confident that, once I have a better understanding of how the place runs, I will be very successful there.
I'm slightly overwhelmed in knowing that I will have only 7 days off in January, as I have had the past 67 days off. My priorities are suddenly very different and my free time almost completely non-existent. I can deal with the early mornings, I almost prefer it once my body adjusts, but a sunrise on the way to work and a sunset on the way home seems really emotionally draining to me. It's going to be a change for Joseph too, he is used to having his laundry done, a homemade meal every night and a not-stressed-out me waiting for him at home. Now he's facing an empty house all day and a sleeping me at night when he gets home. He will also have to pick up the slack for a lot of what I simply won't have the time to do anymore. I am anticipating some growing pains for us, as a couple and a household in the next few weeks. We've always been on the same schedule, and actually worked together for quite a while, so this is definitely a brand new challenge. The job is worth it, a step in the right direction for us, so we'll manage somehow.
That's all for now. I have to go do yoga. I couldn't even try to wrap my mind around running when I got home, even though Cooper is begging, in dog-speak, for some much needed exercise (chasing his tail in circles, something he has not done in 6 years, which I know is his way of coping with an abundance of energy). Although I'm totally tired, my body feels too blubbery to not do anything and I know I'll feel better tomorrow if I do even just 25 minutes. So, off I go to my pink yoga mat. Sorry Cooper, you're going to have to wait until Tuesday for a run.
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Hang in there! You'll get used to it and love your new awesome job.
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