Time flies

This was the fastest weekend ever. I didn't do anything but laundry, work, and fretting over the new job. Well, that's not exactly true. I saw friends on and off, played a few games, fixed our broken dishwasher. I tolerated the noise the kids make and the fact that Jeff had his nose in a book all weekend. I worked in the mall two weeks before Christmas, and was actually oblivious to the crowds.

I guess I'm not good at transitions. I start my new job this afternoon, and have no idea what to expect. Will I be absolutely inundated in my first day? Will they be nice to me, and help me find my way around the maze? Do I get an office, a cublicle, or a desk? My own computer? Am I dressed up enough for dress code or will I be the only one there in a skirt? I feel like a little kid on the first day at a new school. Will I make friends?

It all sounds really petty, but it's been running through my head like a freight train for days now. I haven't been able to sleep very well, because I can't quiet it down enough. Will the daycare center approve Kirstin's application? How am I going to pay for all of this? How will I buy Christmas presents since I don't get paid until after New Year's?

Bah. I really don't want to write this if I'm just going to perseverate on the loop of thoughts that I have been on for days.

Sometimes I wish I were someone else. But then I remember that everyone has problems, and as long as I stick with my own, at least I have identified them and worked on them for a while.

Please, whatever powers that are out there, please let me succeed at this job!