For the past three years or so, I have been in school full time in addition to working two, sometimes three jobs. I recently finished my schooling for the immediate future and I procured a part time job doing what I trained for. I only work two days a week, and I’m making enough money to be quite comfortable. Congrats are in order, right? Well…
For the first couple of months, the decadent pleasure of coming home and not having to read a homework assignment or complete questions about technetium-99 and its uses in cardiac imaging was divine. I could lie on the couch and play on my phone with no worries, aside from dogs needing to go wee. I could binge Netflix without a care in the world, except for those two nights a week I had to work the next day. It was bliss.
However, in the past week or so, I’ve noticed that I’ve been sitting at my desk, almost as though awaiting an assignment or project to complete. Like my brain thinks we were on break, and now it’s time to hit the books again. Trouble is, there aren’t going to be any textbooks for the foreseeable future. I’ll be studying for a registry in the spring, but that doesn’t really count. That’s information I already know and have to just unearth from the depths of my memory.
I have Empty Desk Syndrome! I’m not sure if there is a cure, aside from writing blogs and stories, and applying to grad school a lot sooner than I had originally planned.
At least I don’t have Empty Nest Syndrome, because the 19-year-old is living with me while he is in school. At least one member of this household has a full docket of classes to console themselves with.