This is by and large a good thing. It keeps me occupied at least. Thoughts like “am I ever going to escape this place?” rarely plague my mind. What is taking a bit of getting used to though is my change in status from that of scruffy layabout to scruffy member of staff.
Meetings with Profs who I still can’t help being a little scared of lest they spring a tricky question on me, emails from formerly seemingly very dour staff members which read “It’s Thursday!!! Woooo HoOOooooOOo! That means Thursday drinking club, yeah! See you in the pub at 5!”, and finding myself having to chat amiably to the staff member who gave the nervous 18-year-old me quite a hard time in my interview. All these things require adjustment.
It is also apparently not the done thing for staff members to laze about on the lawns openly staring at the girls. Blast.
Sidenote: There are benefits of course. Someone came into my office today and gave me a couple of glasses of Cava from the MPhil graduation party going on nextdoor. That never happened in my student days. We had to steal it.