New Beginnings

This is my last day of freedom. Tomorrow I start the new job. I am excited, nervous, and a little apprehensive at the same time. I am also happy, because I'm sick of being broke. All weekend I've been mentally prepping myself for my re-entry into the work world. I had only been out of work for six weeks, but it seems like ages.

I'm apprehensive because I hope this job isn't as shitty as the last one I had. I know that wherever I go there is going to be bullshit, but I just hope the bullshit is at a minimum at the new job.

The thing that really sucks is that I am going to have to wake up earlier. The commute to the Westside is going to be a bitch. I can justify it to myself by using the time in traffic as my alone time, and to listen to music and catch up on conversations with people.

And, I will have to dress business casual from now on. I've been a little spoiled, because at the last firm I worked at, I could wear jeans, tennis shoes, flip-flops, whatever I wanted. Now I have to accumulate a real work wardrobe. I suppose that's a good thing. If I wear skirts and heels everyday, no one will ask me to do anything that requires me to bend down or lift anything. I may sound lazy, but I don't care.

I guess I'll go and figure out what I am going to do with my hair. Its a hot mess right about now, so I'm going to apply some heat to it and pray for the best.