Rough Start

Okay, so it wasn't quite the job that provided the rough start. But, as I said in my last post, I took somewhat of a tumble on my last day in the kitchen. (You can't really see it but there are gross bruises and perhaps even a burst bursa) Then, on my first day in my new "real person" job, I fell. Jana, my boss, and I were walking across the parking lot to get to Miners so she could show me the ropes, and as if I forgot how to walk, I went down. That provided a few new scratches, more swelling, and a general throbbing pain. Luckily for me, my job includes lots of squatting and a bunch of kneeling while scrubbing, which is great on my knee..no seriously. Okay, you caught me, I'm lying.

But aside from all of my crying, I am really enjoying housekeeping. There is enough variety within each cabin, that I never feel like I'm stuck doing one thing all day. (Like only doing toilets, or folding blankets all day) Instead I get a little bit of everything and I can switch up the order in every room. Also, I'm alone all day, which has been really exciting. Now, I know, I am generally a very social person, but just ask my mom, I really enjoy time alone. Better yet, ask my sister Sara. She was the one that had to deal with me when she wanted to hang out at the pool on vacation and I just wanted to curl up in front of the tv, or sit on a chair and read a book a day. Now, I just need to work on keeping my mind focused, because that is a lot of time to pray, and yet I'm this weirdo that makes up stories and songs in my head instead.

So now the only thing left to settle is moving in. That will probably happen, in general, this weekend. I'm not going to lie, I'm nervous. I haven't lived with other girls my age (aside from summer housing here) in over a year, and looking back, I probably wasn't that great of a roommate. I'm, overall, a fairly unclean person. (I shower..I just leave dishes all over the house) I really enjoy the television. I am not a nice person in the morning. In general, I think I am just reverting back to middle school; where every friendship makes you nervous and self-conscience but you're not sure why. I know that everything will be fine, but I can't help but feel like I'm "replacing" Jen and I know I could never do that. She is (yes I know somewhere she has flaws) perfect. She is so low maintenance, she's up for anything, and she'll laugh at just about anything; which always makes people feel good about themselves. So yes, I know Theresa is probably a bit excited for me to move in, but I can't help but be a bit apprehensive.

Maybe every beginning needs a bit of roughness to help you appreciate the work it took you to get where you are, or hopefully, where you will be soon.