I ended my last two days of freedom with a day at the lake, slalom skiing and basking in the warm sun, and a re-organization of my closet. Only I couldn't fit everything in it. And then I got very, very overwhelmed and had to breathe deeply and remind myself that the first day at the job was going to be fine. I didn't want to go to work with my closet in such a mess. I wanted to feel put together and totally prepared.
I took all my suits, my business-y skirts, and my blouses and hung them on one side of my closet, cramming everything else on the other side. As long as I knew what my work wardrobe options were, I would be fine.
And I was. My first day went really well. Scariest comment: "We had three phenomenal candidates, and you were the cream of the crop. We're expecting a lot from you." First of all, I have a hard time believing that first part is entirely true, and not because I have self-confidence issues. Second of all, I hope they don't expect a lot tomorrow because there is just so much to learn.
I also hope I can get a passport in twelve days, because I need one. I had no idea it took weeks to get your passport, so I hope the word 'expedite' means less than two weeks.
I was so blessed today, because so many of my wonderful friends sent me texts and emails wishing me luck and asking me later how it went. I love them. And I love my new job.