As I’ve mentioned a number of times recently, I’ve been a stay-at-home dad/blogger since the first of the year. But that’s over now, as today is my first day at my new job. Part of me is sad about this. I’ve enjoyed the time home with the kids. I’ve enjoyed not having to shave if I didn’t feel like it. I’ve certainly enjoyed the ability to blog like a lunatic whenever I wasn’t coloring, making lunch, or driving to and from preschool. In addition to precious family time, the experience has given me a small taste of what my daily rhythms would be like if I were a full time professional writer. Or rather, what they will be when I am a full time professional writer, because I believe that I am good enough and one day will be one.
But that’s not today. Today I put my lawyer pants back on and go once more into the breech, good friends. Above misgivings aside, I am grateful to have a job in this economy, because so many people don’t, including some of you. Many of them (and all of you) are worth a hell of a lot more to this world than some lazy lawyer like me, and as such, it’s not an exaggeration to say that I have something akin to survivor’s guilt about even landing this job. This, of course, is only going to make it more difficult for me when I inevitably start complaining about it to anyone who will listen.
But that’s not today either. Today I am going to begin all manner of orientation activities, and given that this a state government position, that process and the attendant paperwork will likely last for the next 136 weeks. Because of that survivor’s guilt, and because the world of state government is completely foreign to me, I owe it to myself and, um, the taxpayers of the State of Ohio, to kind of pay attention at work for a little while and keep distractions to a minimum. What this means for you, dear readers, is that I don’t expect to be in heavy blogging mode for the rest of this week. True, I’ve always, when working at least, written the vast majority of this blog’s content in the early mornings and in the evenings, even if you don’t notice that I’m doing it — future time stamping is a wonderful thing — but I’m going to ease up on even that for a short period while I adjust to my new life. It takes extra mental energy to keep on top of the news and form opinions about it, even if you’re not writing those opinions down until you get home at night. I need to conserve some of that mental energy until I’m comfortable at the new shop.
This doesn’t mean no blogging — dear God, that would kill me before it even bothered you — but it does mean a light schedule for at least this week. I’m going to do my best to augment with some non-newsy posts I can put together in the evening — in fact, I have a doozie of a post I wrote last night set to go live at 10AM, and that should give you plenty to chew on today. And maybe (maybe) I’ll re-run some Classic Shyster posts from the old site. Yeah, repeats suck, but based purely on numbers, a healthy majority of you haven’t seen that stuff before, so it won’t be too egregious if I decide to do that (which I may not).
Anyway, I ask that you do your best to bear with me as I ease back into multitasking. If this is too much to ask, I’ll gladly give up the state job in exchange for a reasonable grant. And I can assure you, the amount that grant needs to be in order to get my attention is far smaller than it would have been a mere three or four months ago.