I feel guilty for being paid x amount of dollars per hour to sit here, and not do anything. Maybe it's not the feeling guilty part, it's the being sick, and not having anything to do. I came to work for the joy of sitting at work, having people with whom to socialize, I just didn't expect today to be so calm as it was yesterday or the day before that... when I was sitting at home, with nothing to do. I'm a busybody by nature, and the act of getting a job was an act of desperation. I couldn't sit at home for another day without anything productive to do.
I came home around mid January from my China trip with my family. I had about 2 weeks of recovery time from the jetlag, actually in that period of time, I'd get ready for bed when everyone was getting ready for work, and I'd wake when everyone was going, and I had no intent of changing the pattern. So for 2 weeks, I stuck with the pattern, and it didn't bother me... of course when my normal sleeping pattern kicked in, I realized I was just sitting at home bored, most of the time. So I started job hunting my third week back from China, and soon learned that my job hunting abilities were very much at its tip-top shape. I got a lot of responses from my cover letter-emails, and was soon booked every day for an interview of some sort, but even before the first week was up, I was anticipating the news of one position, and cared not for any of the other opportunities that came a day or two later.
I took the administrative assistant position at the Department of Health Services ( soon to be the Department of Public Health), Genetics Disease Branch, working under one primary chief, but assisting another, and a head coordinator to 13 regional coordinators, who in turn coordinate about 9000+ labs collectively. Since I started at DHS, there have been times where I felt there was a mutually beneficial relationship, and at times where I felt sorely overeducated for the position in which I was employed. And it became fairly conspicuous in the weeks following my first interview at Schwab, and now in my last days here, I feel like a lot of work is piled onto my shoulders. It may be a result of knowing that if they can get all this work done before I leave, they'll know that upon my leaving, they're at least taken care of for an amount of time until they find my replacement.
I wonder how well they'll fit into the shoes that I have left in my place.
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