The Last Gasp.

In one month I will be starting a new job.  It's a big girl job.  I leave behind 7 years of teaching preschool for an office position working for 7 lawyers.  No longer will I be fraternizing with four year olds, I will be consorting with criminals; talking daily to those accused and/or convicted of anything from a speeding ticket, to rape, to capital murders.  I'm sure you can understand why I feel that this may be quite a jump.

Now, I have always liked change.  One of the things I dread more than anything is too much sameness, and while this is a big change, the fear that day to day could get monotonous is a real one.  One thing about 4 year olds, everyday is different.  Still, the idea of working with adults again, is appealing.  And, more importantly, the money, the impetus for this move, will be a most welcome change.

The hours,of course, will be more.  Instead of 9am to 1pm, I will be working everyday from 7:30am till 4:30pm.  I really can't complain, for they let me choose these hours so that I could get home only a half hour after my youngest will walk through the door.  This new job is a bit farther from my old job, instead of three minutes away, it's a whole 7 minutes away from my front door.  No, I really can't complain.

Also, in addition to getting two weeks paid vacation each year, I will also get all of July off every year (a time when the office hires interns for free).  If I can take one week around Christmas, another with my kids Spring Break, then this schedule gives me a very close approximation to the academic calendar.  All in all, I'm excited about this change.

Still, I find that I am holding onto this last month of a summer break with a very tight grip.  I feel like it is my last chance to laze about and do nothing.  Whenever anything is asked of me I become highly irritated because I am clearly busy do nothing.  I'm trying to do as much nothing as I possibly can.  I sense that in my striving to hold onto this last little bit of freedom, that I may miss it.  The feeling of the end looming is a hard one to shake.

I know that I will be fine.  I know that I may find in this job, growth in myself that I could not find in my old one.  I am looking forward to going to shop for grown up clothes, and taking in a grown up paycheck.  But for now, it's time to relax, kick back and enjoy. So until the second week of August, don't ask, I'm busy.