I start my new job Monday. That includes moving to a new work area and getting all new co-workers. My husband says I should be excited. He seems to thrive on change. I, on the other hand, mostly get tense with change. I like to think that's part of what makes us a complimentary pair.
I have already pondered many times whether taking the promotion was the right decision. No matter how many times every single person I know tells me how great it is and how fortunate I am I still like to torture myself by fretting over stupid things like who I'll sit next to in meetings and whether anyone will like me. I've worked with the same people for years. I have lots of buddies and feel well liked by everyone. I'm going to miss them. And, truth be told, I'll miss being popular. Which is so dumb. I know it is. Because this isn't high school. Being popular isn't what it's all about. But it's nice. Oh, well.
I'm also currently fretting over Christmas presents. A girl at work with children the same age as mine is going shopping all day Friday. With her two kids. I think her mother is going too. But still. Bamboo shoots under my fingernails sound preferable. Mabye I'll try putting my Christmas tree up instead. Or better yet, cleaning up our living room to make room for our Christmas tree.
I have to make lots of extra room in our living room this year because Santa is potentially bringing our children a play kitchen. We already have a full sized playhouse in our living room so adding a kitchen up against the wall seemed like the next logical step to completely overwhelm the room with toys. Santa's even thinking of creating some extra "counter space" for them with boxes too. You know, so they'll have plenty of work space to roll out cookie dough and dice vegetables. My ability to make things more complicated than they need to be is amazing. I wish it was more of a marketable skill. It mostly just adds things to my "to do" list. We'll see how it goes.