As much as I can intellectually accept that change is part of life, I have a hard time accepting it emotionally. New jobs are hard. Change is hard. (I was going to say “stupid,” but reconsidered; it’s not a particualrly literary word.)
So how do you recover from a first day? You stop at the yarn store on the way home and buy yarn to make socks. Hand-painted blue sock yarn, so you can make blue socks and thus be a bluestocking. (Because after all, you’re literary. You avoid words like “stupid” and embrace semicolons.)
Then if you’re not recovered enough, you watch Brazil. While finishing up your big black alpaca sweater. And if that’s still not enough? You make the potatoes-baked-in-heavy-cream gratin, which makes your roommate happy and finally puts you into a fatty food-induced coma, so you wake up ready to take on another day.