New Job's Eve

I have that fluttery, excited pit in my stomach that you have the day before a big holiday. Tomorrow I start a new job and it is so weird. I am going to start a new job and my commute is from my bedroom to Amanda's old bedroom (now office) about 20 steps from my side of the bed.

I have spent a great deal of the weekend setting it up for business. I still need a few things but I'm functional right now. I got online and downloaded research on my competitors in preparation to begin crafting a pitch. I have a conference call tomorrow with our editors in Anaheim and my VP Sales in Dallas to discuss direction.

And I am wondering if I need to bother getting dressed.

Of course I do. This is a real job and I am a professional and you get dressed to go to work.

But I don't really have to. Nayh, nayh.

Anyway, I am sitting here, in a half room, half office. I'm looking at my beautiful cherry desk and credenza. The new printer/fax machine. The new phone. Calculators, business cards, paper shredder, calendar, pencils, pens, file folders in front of me. Behind me a bed with a stuffed bear on it and Amanda's stuff still hanging on the walls. I'm staring at the lamp on my desk that has Amanda's high school graduation cap tassel hanging from it and thinking about how different everything is from 1994 when we moved into this house. Everything is different from a year ago. It is exciting but it is also unnerving.

More than I want to succeed for myself, I want to succeed for the people who hired me. The people who have chosen to pay me to use my skills of 20+ years. I am very grateful to them.

And like the eve of a big holiday, I doubt I will sleep much tonight.