I feel like my heart never stops beating too fast and the butterflies are back with a vengeance and that maybe this job wasn't such a good idea after all. The first week that I had to juggle lectures and work shifts I spent so focused on getting to where I needed to be that, once I'd got there, I forgot to enjoy myself. Then, when I got back home I felt like I'd done everything I needed to do: I found food, cooked it, ate it, collapsed in bed and normally very quickly, fell asleep. Perhaps I did need sleep and perhaps I had done all I needed to do, but it meant I never took a moment to actually decompress or relax.