Well, yesterday was the last day of training. Today, I'm on my own. I'll be moving soon from the training facility to a little gray box of my very own. It's been an intense three months, but I think I'm going to be alright.
The beginners all start on the night shift, 3pm to 11pm, when things are a bit slower. That means I never see The Hubbie. He's in bed before I get home, and he leaves long before I get up. I'll get Friday and Saturday off, and he's been getting only Sundays. We've begun communicating by quick phone calls and by leaving little letters for each other, which is surprisingly fun and sweet. It makes us feel like we're back in college, separated by summer break.
I really love having the morning and early afternoon free. I can putter in the garden, run errands, make appointments. I get to have a leisurely breakfast, with time to fresh-grind good coffee. Sometimes, I just sleep in. I feel like I have a life again, something beyond just work-dinner-bedtime every day.
There's always a little anxiety, though, because I'm constantly checking the clock to avoid being late: How much time do I have? How much do I have now? And I have to be careful not to wear myself out before I leave for work. But I'm sure I'll settle into a routine, in time.
Life is hard. But life is good.
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