I'm happy and it feels weird

OK, only I could take a nice emotional state like happiness, and question it.

I am such a dork sometimes.

There, that's better.

OK, I'm listening to Tevin Campbell singing on the "Graffiti Bridge" soundtrack with a Diet Coke by my side...just got back from WalMart/Staples runs where I satisfied my (legitimate) urge for new desk supplies, and my head is full of ideas for this new job...fundraising opportunities, outreach to parents in the process, etc. I'm scared, too, but it's a good kind of scared.

I'm going to have my own office space (I'll have to share it with temps as needed, but it's still MINE), and I'll be working closely with my boss, not in a vacuum. It's weird, and I've never really been able to do this kind of work before. "The boss" was usually unapproachable in one way or another and someone to be feared. I have had more than my share of bad bosses (one was a raging hypochondriac, one was a lesbian that hit on me, then got mad at me when I married my second husband, I could go on for days...) and a few good ones. My condition makes it more difficult, and that is a legitimate fear, but one of my goals is to keep that in check.

I really want this to work. I don't particularly know why I'm getting so emotionally involved with this, but maybe it's a mid-30's thing, maybe it's just time Sudiegirl gave a shit about something besides chocolate, beer, Jonny Quest and office supply sales at Staples.

Ya think?

Write and tell me about it...
Sudiegirl