My First Week at My New Job

Well, I have almost officially finished my first week at my full time job. It's been a very difficult transition. The job itself has not been difficult. Since it has been my first week it has been rather slow. I am now working as a Team Leader at the Mental Health Association in NJ. I supervise Case Managers that go out in the field and work with the Mentally Ill. They are a great group of dedicated people who have been most welcoming to me. (I suppose now I could start a blog on Mental Health. Depression is a high paying keyword) So the job itself has not been the difficult part but everything else that let up to it has been.

First of all Sunday morning I caught a virus that my son had the previous Friday. I was so sick, that we had to call my mother-in-law to come get my son at 6:30AM. I was convinced that I was going to have to call in sick on my first day on the job. I wasn't looking forward to going back to work anyway, so I was kept thinking it was a sign that I should not return.

Luckily, I actually started to feel better and was able to go to work on Monday. Now I have to mention that last week my husband had foot surgery and his foot is very sore, he has stitches, and it's bandaged. He can hardly get around. So Monday morning I get up very early, take the dog for a walk, and get myself ready to go. I don't have to worry about my son since he stayed at my mother-in-law's since I was so sick the day before. I was just about ready to leave for work, but was calling my son's daycare to say he would not be coming in, when I heard my husband screaming from the other room to get off the phone. I ran over and their was my husband fighting off the puppy who had my husband's bandage from his foot in his mouth. They were having a tug a war. I put the puppy in the crate, but then I had to re-bandage my husbands foot before leaving for owrk. It's another sign.

So I did manage to get to work on time, only to find out that I had to be at the main office for an orientation. Of course this was all spelled out in a letter that the agency gave me that I had not brought with me. I was convinced that the letter said that I was to report to the agency. I told everyone that is what the letter said, only to go home and read the letter that I was at the wrong place.

Half way through the day, my husband calls. He has the same virus that my son and I had and he is now sick.

The next day, I have to get up and walk the puppy at 5:00AM before my son wakes up. Unfortunetly my son is also waking up at 5:00 in morning which he did on Tuesday, so the puppy could not be walked. My husband would have a fun day with our little rowdy puppy.
Luckily, my sister called from Syracuse and said she would get the puppy. So the puppy went on vacation. My son cried when he saw the puppy leaving.

Also, Connor cries everyday when I drop him off at Daycare, and he is one of the last to be picked up. He's with the kids who help the staff turn off the lights in the evening. How sad. The house is a mess and laundry is everywhere in baskets, clean and dirty. It takes me 15 minutes to find a clean pair of matching socks for Connor in the morning. We have eaten take out every night to the point we are actually sick of pizza. My husband tries to help but he can only do so much. Sigh.

I look at it this way. This has got to be as hard as it gets. We had a number of circumstances that normally we will not have in a couple weeks. We have survived the first week and it can only get better from here. But best of all...I have a three day weekend.