Goodbye Summer

Today is my last Monday off before full-time work sets in for me permanently. I am not excited about this prospect. I know it sounds pretty lazy of me to whine about a 40-hour week when so many hard-working people have much longer work weeks and don't complain. But there is something about my academic personality that just rails against getting up early and doing the same thing for eight hours a day five days a week. I'm always tired. I'm always bored. And it feels like every moment of my evenings and weekends is spent either cleaning up my house, running errands, or recuperating from my work week. And that's just me working 32 hours a week! With one extra day of work and one fewer day of weekend, how am I going to cope? I'm just not that type of person. I want variety. I want intellectual challenges. I want to be able to sleep in or nap every once in a while. I care about our work and I care about our clients, but I wish that didn't mean being at the office at 8:30 every day and leaving at 5:00 and feeling guilty about leaving early or taking a day off because I'm sick. I need to get my rats spayed--when am I going to have a Tuesday where I can go to Tacoma and do that? And Wren, Matt, Daryl, et al are all going back to school, to an intense graduate program. How many Saturdays will I actually be able to devote to going to Tacoma to see them? And will I really be able to make it up to watch Heroes at Comic House on Mondays? Ugh. No wonder people have mid-life crises.