Being Busy

So, I have a job. At the grand old age of… yeah, I’d rather not say. But it’s my first actual job, and so far it’s fun, even if it’s also stressful and the hours and commuting time are not so great and I feel like a giant imposter. But that’s all manageable. Except for that one time the trains couldn’t run because a train crashed into a car (no fatalities) due to the trains being the trains.

It’s been one month since I started, and I honestly hadn’t noticed how hard looking for work was on my health (mental health especially), even if I did notice that it was bad. The extend of it was what surprised me when I suddenly got better. Looking back, I think the people who don’t get mentally ill in some way after being stuck in the system for a year are probably the minority. It would be great if the Job Center actually helped you find a job, but they do pretty much everything but that.

Unfortunately, the good news meant I couldn’t write as much for fandomgiftbasket as I usually did. It fell right into the right-before and right-after starting the job period, and my mind was elsewhere for pretty much all of it. I hope it gets better once I’ve settled in a bit more. I signed up for Yuletide as well (and am extremely pleased with my assignment), so I want to make my recipient happy. Wish me luck!