Well, what a crazy week this has been! My first 40-hour workweek in… oh… I don’t even know. I mean, sure, when I was in grad school juggling two part time jobs, class, and teaching, I pulled in some gnarly hours – but they were varied, they were all over the place – they were almost unquantifiable.
Heading into an office 5 days in a row is new; staying there for 8 hours at a time even stranger.
So imagine my glee at the weekends arrival! ”Ahhh, time to sleep in, time to read, time to (gasp) WRITE!” because although I spent a fair bit of time this week responding to the insane comments my blog stirred up, I hadn’t really gotten any work done on the script I’m currently revising (and we all know submission season is banging on the door!)
But then I got asked to come in today as well; Orientation is Monday and there are still things to do, and I didn’t even hesitate to jump on board.
This is how I know that I really like my new job.
I guard my writing time like a tiger guards its cubs; I don’t want anyone messing with or infringing upon it. I get grumpy when I don’t have enough of it, and I get angry at those who try to take it from me… I know, real pretty picture, huh?
Which is why my willingness to head in on my day off surprised the hell out of me…
Although I really aspire to (double gasp) make a living writing and teaching, and although I hope, Hope, HOPE that this next year brings that dream to fruition in a big way… I am seriously enjoying working at this burgeoning college, running their learning center, and planning student activities. It’s fun! It makes me happy.
It’s kind of amazing.
That initial panic that I was wrestling with has kind of faded into an exhilarating kind of high… I won’t be rolling in money, but I will be doing something useful, helpful to students, and enjoyable to me and my little sparkling muse.
So while I don’t think I could pull 40 hour + work weeks every week (woof!) I don’t mind doing it for now… Very soon I’ll be down to the promised part-time schedule, with plenty of days off to devote to my computer; only now, perhaps, with a bit more bounce in my step, and a bit more fuel in my emotional tanks, for although I’m tired at the end of the day, I’ve noticed I’m attacking my tasks with a lot more enthusiasm than weary old, worn out, dejected and unemployed Tiffany was doing.
It seems that feeling useful goes a very long way in feeding the muse.
What a thing to figure out this far into the game