Normally one likes to ease into work after being idle for months. It gives a chance to adjust to the hours, the early rising (which I do anyways, so no change there), the heavy lifting and the bad air from construction and paint.
Most of the time, that wish isn’t granted and one just gets thrown into 50 hours per week of whatever it is one’s not used to (heights, heat, cold, smelly air, Michael Bay).
One goes from wondering if there’s ever going to be any work to wondering if it’s possible to survive the week of work.
It does make it easier with wonderful nice co-workers and a boss who’s the greatest guy on earth, but still.
Monday was my last day (bonus day! Hooray!), and after a Tuesday of doing nothing and swallowing aspirin like there was no tomorrow, today I went to see Dr. Dreamboat to assess the shoulder and my general well-being after 11 days of paint fume-fueled upper body workout.
Turns out, the shoulder’s not bad. It’s ouchy, but it’s not as jacked up as I’d feared. Which is good.
I know you’re waiting for bad news, but there isn’t any. The shoulder is doing well, and I’m very pleased.
Next mission is to try to get a day at the end of the week – or, failing that, next week. Yay work!