Life changes a lot when you go from not having a job to having one.
You have to wear pants in the daytime.
You get one mid-day meal.
You come home from work, fall on your face on the floor and your husband finds you there three hours later, snoring and drooling pathetically.
All of this I was pretty much expecting. Hey, I've had jobs before.
What I wasn't expecting was that I would totally forget what to do with my weekends.
Seriously, the first one came along and I just wandered the house wondering, "What did I used to DO with all this free time?"
People, IT HAD BEEN THREE DAYS!!!!!