Get Up. Go to work. Go home. Go to bed.

I am now in the world of the 9-5, at least for a year. After that, who knows. I have a new job, taking over someone's maternity leave. This means more tired at the end of the day and less time over all to do the things I planned to do this summer. I'm not complaining. It was my choice to apply and my choice to accept the position. It will, if nothing else, give me something that looks very good on a resume and boost my income enough for the year to start hacking away at that student loan of mine, get my own place, and take a few evening credits for my degree. It also takes me out of the front line of the job for a while, which I've been wanting to do for some time.