Little ole me. Scared. Can you believe that? Yup. I really hate change. Damn. I wish I had the book/movie "Who Moved My Cheese" with me. Am I rambling. Yes, this is my blog/journal and I can use it how I see fit. Ugh!!!!! I want to scream. It won't be bad if I stay here another five years and by that time I will be finished school....right?
Let me call my husband so that he can talk me into going, because I think I might just stay at work and just mail my resumes out. I don't feel like smiling at people and shaking hands - I don't want to catch cooties.
DAYUM!! I hate feeling weak. Shit.