While I officially started my new job on Friday, today is my first real day. I’m oscillating between being excited and having huge amounts of anxiety. I’m not worried about the workload itself–that I know I can learn. I’m worried that it won’t be a good fit or I won’t like it or their lutheran affiliation will come back to bite me in the ass somehow.
I made a tuna sandwich for lunch, with the good tuna, and my cats were really excited about it. I’m not as excited about it because I don’t have any relish.
I have my Christmas cards ready to go, nice and early. Every year, I take a picture of me with the cats and make it into a Christmas card. I started it as a joke, and I continue it for mostly the same reason. Anyway, I guess I’m a couple months early, but last year I was almost late, so I prefer this way.
What is motivation for working out? I really need something to help get me out of bed in the morning.