Monday I start my new job. It’s the first job that I’ll work 40 hours a week. It’s my first real job. I’m scared to death.
The two years I spent as a flight attendant were amazing. It was a job, I just don’t know if I can call it a real job. I sat at home for days on end while “working” waiting to be called. It was awesome at the time, but I don’t get anything done while sitting around the house. Some of the time, I traveled the world; most of the time, I sat on my couch. It was an amazing opportunity, but I didn’t want to be on reserve (the sitting around waiting for a call part) the rest of my life. Getting a schedule to fly was a good 10 years away, probably even more with the merger. The life on reserve combined with the illness, and subsequent surgeries, I had while flying made me stop. I miss it sometimes. I miss traveling most. I’d give quite a bit to go to Amsterdam again.
Anyways, Monday starts my new job. Well, ok, the five weeks of training before I start my new job at the hospital. I’m nervous. I can’t lie. I’ve never had a job that was five days a week, eight hours a day. It’s daunting. How am I going to keep up with the laundry? How am I going to make dinner every night? Am I really going to pack my lunch everyday and not succumb to the crappy hospital cafeteria? I sure as hell hope so.
Matt’s still working from home, so he’ll be a help with the laundry (ok, I’m really hoping on that one). His idea of a cooked meal is a frozen meal (there’s totally nothing wrong with that, but it’s not what I want to eat every night when I get home from work) or a pasta/rice side (again, not what I want to eat every night). I’m really hoping that this will get him to want to cook more, it’s a big wish, but maybe someday it’ll happen.
I know that I can spend a good chunk of time over the weekend preparing and freezing meals, and I know that a sandwich is a perfectly acceptable dinner … but I want to make the big dinners and I don’t want to go out to eat six times a week. I want to be able to make up new recipes. I want to make amazing things. I just don’t know how that all fits in with this new working thing. I know people do it, and they really excel at it. I just don’t know how I’m going to do it. It’s a lot to do, and but if I actually try it can’t be too bad, right?
Pretty much, all I’m going to do this weekend is worry. Awesome.


































