It’s Sunday morning, early, and the boys are watching Jake and the Neverland Pirates while I lounge with my coffee. I have completed two weeks at work, and I have to say I love it so far. My only complaint is that I cannot shake this fear that I’ll be fired any minute. I have no reason to believe that I will be – I’ve had no signs or signals, no kind of warning. I suppose it’s my years of recession fear and financial worry transferred.
I leave a little after five most days, to get the children, and then usually do a bit of work in the evenings. Some nights I bill two more hours, some nights I bill nothing but just clean out emails and such. I am trying to stay later on Mondays and Fridays, just to make sure I look adequately committed – but I think my billables are the real bottom line, and they seem fine to me. I’m not setting the world on fire, but I think they look good for a newbie who doesn’t even have her bar results back yet.
(Results come out Friday at noon.)
In any case, I very much like what I’m doing. It’s easy to face a Monday morning when you’re going to an office to do stuff you love. I sort of fell into this career, and I’m glad I did.