so...i begin my new (first) job (salaried) in 8 hours.
judging from the time, i must be nervous. to be honest, i feel like my curly headed, second-grade self about to change schools smack in the middle of that gawky, too-big-teeth phase.
i will feel much better once i wake up in the morning and realise i've slept, if even for an hour or two. a case of nerves and i can just kiss my sleep goodbye. hopefully this thimble of vodka will help. by thimble, i mean tumbler. heh, in about 1/2 the glass i can write "thumbler."
i just have to remember a couple of things:
shut up 2 out of every 3 times i feel like speaking.
do not order the extra-large-monster-grande cup of coffee in the morning.
do not suggest radical approaches to political problems (non-profit work does not equal the revolution).
stop drinking vodka at 2am.
right on. i'll take that last bit of advice right about...now.
...
maybe.
i do know one thing: i'm going to begin updating my online journal daily. it's been sorely neglected.
i'm learning about
the Workforce
words for the day
Work saves us from melancholy.
current state
edge-of-my-seat terror.
over - 2006-02-20
shiny. - 2006-01-23
grown up day - 2006-01-17
canvas - 2006-01-11
pen? pencil? maybe blood... - 2006-01-09