Adapting
Having a new job that keeps me busy and intrigued is a goodness. I like the facility, I like my coworkers, I like the clients, and I like actually practicing medicine. The schedule, though, is going to take some getting used to.
As much as the last job was lousy and unfulfilling, I had gotten used to working a shortened week, having most of my afternoons to myself, and having large stretches of unsupervised downtime in the office to work on any hobby or project that happened to catch my interest at the time.
Now I have a five-day work week to get used to again, and with a commute of nearly an hour, even on days when I only work until 5pm my afternoons free are a thing of the past. And while being busy and seeing appointments at work is its own reward, my sewing and translating projects are languishing untouched as a result.
On the other hand, I do have these lovely mornings to relax in - having a couple of days a week when I don't have to be up at 6am and out of the house by 7 is kind of nice, and my internal clock still wakes me up early enough that I can relax with a cup of tea, bake a cake that I would normally have made in my free afternoon, and avoid falling too utterly far behind in my non-work life.
I'm figuring out how to make my life and my work fit together. This is a good thing.
As much as the last job was lousy and unfulfilling, I had gotten used to working a shortened week, having most of my afternoons to myself, and having large stretches of unsupervised downtime in the office to work on any hobby or project that happened to catch my interest at the time.
Now I have a five-day work week to get used to again, and with a commute of nearly an hour, even on days when I only work until 5pm my afternoons free are a thing of the past. And while being busy and seeing appointments at work is its own reward, my sewing and translating projects are languishing untouched as a result.
On the other hand, I do have these lovely mornings to relax in - having a couple of days a week when I don't have to be up at 6am and out of the house by 7 is kind of nice, and my internal clock still wakes me up early enough that I can relax with a cup of tea, bake a cake that I would normally have made in my free afternoon, and avoid falling too utterly far behind in my non-work life.
I'm figuring out how to make my life and my work fit together. This is a good thing.