I left my night shift hotel job a couple of weeks ago, and I've been away adjusting to working days in an office. Just after I heard about that job offer, someone anonymously gifted me a lifetime subscription and I haven't had a chance to thank them properly, so: thank you very much, whomever you are.
I am also writing this from my own laptop, which is already helping facilitate my Great American Novel and some posts here. At the hotel job, the front desk was configured so I had to write standing up, with my hands bent from my wrists at almost a 90 degree angle, so sitting down in my house with my cats to do this thing is much more comfortable. The people at the library gave me a parting gift and a card with the manager's signatures. That part was hard. I'll miss the kids who got to know me, who need any adult in their lives to be nice to them.
The pace of day is different. I get on the same bus at the same time Monday through Friday to go to work. The same people are on the bus and they notice if I am not there. None of them are crazy and if they are, they're high functioning like I am. The person who interviewed me--now my boss--said I look better and he's right. I haven't had fast food in two weeks. I sleep at night. The bags under my eyes are receding. I am already losing weight in my face and I seem to have more energy.
Rush hour is weird. Not sure I'll ever get used to how many people are around.
But I am okay.