Thursday, October 19, 2006
Am I gonna fit in? Will I understand the computer systems? What will I have for lunch? What am I wearing? What will they have me do? Am I ready? Oh dear lord, please let me be ready.
Performing has nothing on first-day-on-the-job jitters.
In less than nine hours, I'll be walking through the door of my new yob. (Yes, "yob." If you haven't seen Fun With Dick & Jane, you're not down with the lingo.) I'm excited as I am nervous as I am anxious about how well I'll perform, how well I'll fit in.
I've wondered, pondered, imagined every possible scenario, felt butterflies in my stomach, prayed that I wake up on time, and bounced my right leg just as I do whenever I'm nervous.
And now, as I get ready to turn in for the night, the only thing I can think is...
I'll be just fine. continue...