Exhausted, Fatigued, Aching – and Loving It!

After my second day on the new job – my first full day of work – I’m tired beyond belief.  My head is starting to hurt from looking at the tiny screen on the laptop they gave me because they ran out of desk tops.  My hands are numbing from working on said laptop.  And, I’m happy about it.

It’s such a strange feeling though – going back to work like this.  It’s a contract job that I hope will metamorphose into a permanent position.  But, in the current business environment, hardly anyone is full-time, permanent with benefits and stock options.  Those were the glory days of – oh – circa 2000.

Still, I’m satisfied thus far.  I’m doing the type of work I’ve always wanted to do – full-time technical writing and editing.  I sit in a large cubicle all by myself.  My supervisor is on another floor, handed me a platter full of documentation to scrutinize yesterday and has pretty much left me alone since.  She’s already learned that I can be brutally honest; something I emphasized in my interview.  But, she seems to appreciate that.  The other associates have been friendly; periodically introducing themselves.  There’s a huge break room, and I park my truck in a garage.  It takes me 15 minutes to get to the office.

So yes, I’m starting to like it there.  But, I won’t push my luck, or let myself get too comfortable.  I’ve always been the cautious type anyway.  Whenever I’ve taken things for granted, I’ve gotten sideswiped.  I guess you could say I don’t trust happiness too much.

In the meantime, I’ll deal once more with crawling out of bed at 5:30 A.M.; wearing business casual attire; trying to stay awake all day; and seeing the joy in my dog’s mocha brown eyes when I return to the house.  Now, if I could keep my own eyes from reacting to these damn pollens, I’ll be happy enough have an orgasm!

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