Okay, guys. Here’s the deal.
Writing 101 seemed like a really good idea at the time…but I forgot how much I hate other people telling me what to write/how to spend my free time.
Write an open letter to someone? Write a life update in the form of a coffee date??? Coffee date is the lowest form of dating, is it not? It says, essentially, “I want to avoid any confusion about who’s paying for what and completely dodge the possibility of having to pay for a fancy dinner. Also I want to be able to get the fuck out and not have to wait for the check in case things go horribly, horribly wrong.”
Even if this is a casual coffee meet-up…I’m sorry, I’d rather be watching Netflix.
So I’ll play along and update you on my life, but I’m not pretending I’m anywhere besides sprawled on the couch with my kitten Bertha Mason.
What’s going on? Not much, just freaking out about starting a new job in less than 2 weeks. You know, going from 3 jobs in the past year (simultaneously for a much longer period than I would’ve liked) to one full-time university library job. I’ll be a supervisor for the first time ever, and it makes me want to run away and hide.
When good things happen to you, do you immediately wonder how long it will take for you to utterly fuck everything up? Do you suspect that someone must have been blackmailed to offer you this position and feel you are really not worthy? I’m positive this is a feeling everyone gets, but I’m equally confident that feeling like the most irrational/neurotic human being ever goes hand in hand with this state of mind.
On the bright side, I got this excellent piece of jewelry that I’m never taking off.