So I have survived a week back in the workplace and I feel weird but pleased with myself. I have made awful and silly mistakes, frozen computer screens (though it turns out that is to do with the antiquated computer system, not me specifically!), got to know people and procedures, and remembered why peak hour transport sucks.
When I accepted the job it was on the basis of 4 days a week (or in every alternate week, 3 full days and 2 half days, to cover a Saturday morning shift). When I arrived at work for the first day I was asked to work full time during Semester and take the extra time in lieu out of semester. It will actually work well in the long run - I will get lots more time off when I do get to take time off, but in the meantime I will be working full-time for a 0.8 wage, which is going to feel annoying when I am exhausted and cross! I also only discovered then that I have to work through three State public holidays, which is a bummer because they are all ones that we spend together doing family things every year. It;s all going to take quite a lot of getting used to.
Semester One starts tomorrow and I know, from previous experience, that the first couple of weeks of the academic year are hell on wheels, even when you know what you are doing. So I am planning my first nervous breakdown for, oh, mid-morning tomorrow ...
Time to put the casserole on for tonight.
I should have added that when I get home at night the children have washed and set the table and made a salad so all I have to do cooking wise is pan fry the defrosted meat in a non-stick pan. And if I need the oven turned on I ask them to do that while I am on my way. On Tuesday nights in term time I will be working late so they will be cooking for themselves and their dad. And although I did not specifically ask them to feed the dog, Wombat has taken it upon himself to feed her quite often. They are good kids!