You should sing the title of this post to the tune of Sinead O’Connor’s “Last Day Of Our Acquaintance.”
Tomorrow will be my first first-day-of-work since 1999. I have a little bit of the nervous jitters. Okay, I have a lot of them. For the past three nights my sleep has been filled with work anxiety dreams. Mostly of the finding people from my old job working at the new job variety. It’s weird. And, in the dream, it was always a happy discovery. Maybe my subconscious is trying to tell me that I will like the people at the new job as much as I loved my co-workers.
Most of my anxiety centers on things like: will they like me? who will I eat lunch with? what should I wear? Which are typical fears, right?
The one thing I don’t worry about is the actual work. I am so excited about the job that I really cannot wait to get started. My mind still boggles over the idea that someone is going to pay me to blog. Can you believe that? Can you? Because most days I still can’t.
So here we are. The last day of my unemployment. I feel like I should do something to mark the occasion, something more than watch delectable Sam cook in a marathon of Top Chef re-runs. What that something is, I do not know. What I do know is that tomorrow I have to go to work and that feels pretty fucking good.