I'm back at work today. I'm working all day sitting at a desk and it just feels weird.
Getting up early didn't change when I started school. Thanks to a 7:30 morning class I was ready for the day and catching the bus at 7 a.m. But even then I was walking across campus in the cool morning air working my muscles and huffing my pants up the hill. During the god-send-breaks between my classes I spent the last couple weeks soaking in some sunshine and working on my tan lines.
I find that I'm getting restless about half way through the day, sitting behind a desk in a windowless office is taking its toll on my sanity. The decrease in my sanity level is happening a lot faster than it did before. I'm assuming there will be some sort of adjustment period and I'm hoping to get back in the groove of sitting on my sit bones all day sometime soon.
When I started school it felt very antisocial. I went to class and didn't talk to anyone, didn't make any friends, no reason to expel words from my mouth for the first month or so. It was one of those things where I knew I was supposed to be there but I didn't quite feel like I belonged there. Work had been such a security blanket and really, I had few friends outside of work.
As I got more involved at the Daily Utah Chronicle I developed new friends, built a fragile little home for myself and began having conversations throughout the day. Interviewing people for articles helped with that and I'm starting to feel brave about approaching people. Not totally all the time of course, but it's a work in progress.
Now that I'm back at work I find myself in the same position I was when school started in January. I know I'm supposed to be here, but I don't quite fit in anymore. So while I spend the next two weeks at work wrapping things up and getting my ducks in a row (quack), I'll work on stretching myself once again. I really enjoy the freedom and sporadic schedule that school offers me. I know that “normal” work hours are… well… normal and that eventually I'll have to go back out into the “real world” and work for The Man once again.
I'm just hoping The Man won't stick me behind a desk in a windowless office for 8 hours a day every day.