So Much To Do, So Little Time
This weekend should be very, very busy indeed. Today is my last day of work. Tomorrow, I have a practice hair appointment with the headpiece. I know, it sounds ridiculous, but this is how it?s done. If I like what they do, then I will book them for all the bridesmaids? hair, plus my own, on the day of the wedding. Thank God the ceremony isn?t until four in the afternoon.

From there I have to go pick up the practice cake from the bakery. Yes, you read that right. I ordered the wedding cake two weeks ago and while I was there they offered to make a practice cake. At first I was like whaa? But it turns out that it?ll just be a miniature version of the cake I ordered which we will then get to take home and eat. What bliss!

After picking up the cake, we have to pick out tuxedos. Hopefully, that won?t take long and we can then head home for laundry and house cleaning.

Sunday I head into Brooklyn to tape my segment for the radio show. I haven?t written about this much the last few months because I didn?t want to jinx it, but it?s definitely happening. I don?t know when it?ll air, but as soon as they tell me, I?ll post it.

On Monday I start my new job. I think I did this to myself on purpose. I tend to perseverate on potentially nerve-wracking events, so by keeping myself busy to the point of distraction, I can?t worry needlessly about my first day. It?s a little like the first day of school, though, isn?t it? After a whole summer of just playing and being yourself, you?re suddenly forced back into a room full of people who might not like you anymore. They?ve changed over the summer and maybe they?re cooler than you now. Maybe they don?t want to hang out with you anymore. Or worse, maybe they?ll openly shun you. My stomach still gets queasy at the thought of my middle school years.

A new job is a little like that. You?ve proven yourself in the interview, but what if your co-workers hate you? What if they think you?re a big fat smarty-pants? What if they don?t let you sit with them at lunch?

What happens then?!