I woke with a lot of positive feelings this morning, even if I was dragged out tired. I went to bed at 11 but didn’t really sleep until nearly 2 or 3 in the morning. I’ve been working night shift for so long my body doesn’t know how to go to sleep at a reasonable hour anymore. Still, I did my best to force it. I laid in bed forcing my eyes closed even as my mind spun on too many thoughts to follow. Eventually something like sleep settled in.
I was up on time and got everything ready on time. In fact I was up a little too early. I could have slept for another half hour and still made it out of the house on time. Starting at 9 is going to take a little getting used to.
The drive to work was prophetic. I’d left my iPod in the car the night before and when I started it up I left our crescent to the buildup of Boston’s “Long Time”. I hit the first power chords just as I turned onto Bradbury drive. I had to remind myself that I was still in a playground zone and stomping on the gas would be a Bad Thing but by Hawking’s Chair I wanted to. I sang aloud to the music, even though the lyrics weren’t always quite relevant.
It’s been such a long timeI think I should be goin’, yeahAnd time doesn’t wait for me, it keeps on rollin’Sail on, on a distant highwayI’ve got to keep on chasin’ a dreamI’ve gotta be on my wayWish there was something I could say.
It just felt good. Finally employed at a place that I knew I’d enjoy working, full time, daylight hours. It’s staggering how much you miss that regularity when you’ve not only lost it, but have begun to feel you might never, ever have it back.
It’s only been the first day and I barely know anything that’s going on but I enjoyed what I was doing, even the most repetitive and menial tasks felt… useful.
The workshop reminded me a lot of the back room of my mother’s shop. It had a lot of the nailed-together functionality with years of accumulated history evident in every corner. The company is owned and run by a husband and wife team. The kids come to the shop after school and their dogs hang around all day. They have a young pup, just 8 months old, who’s positively vibrating with energy and constantly bringing toys to our laps to try and get us to play. The older dog doesn’t play as often but the two of them play tug of war quite often.
It has a comfortable, homey feeling, something very few other jobs I’ve ever had could provide. It feels like it could be… comfortable.