Moving on

So, time to get down to business. Tomorrow I shop massive one-day-only sales for work clothes, shoes, jewelry. I await important paperwork to sign regarding acceptance of my position. It smells like popcorn in my room right now, for some unknown reason. I am planning to get all my requisite job stuff out of the way, find some good reading materials on Case Management and what the hell I'm going to be doing so I'm not so scared, deep deep in my bones, and then cut loose on the surrounding area for a week or so, sunning and reading said materials. Time to get in my kicks while I can, says me. If you're available, chances are I'll be able to fit you in my itinerary.
School-time disorientation is starting to hit, along with the realization that I will be preforming actual, complicated and challenging work again... Like back in High School or in my full-time waitressing days. Things I remember from the times of constant toil: being tired, really tired; potential for burnout; and the fact that I never WAS doing any of those things for more than 9 months at a stretch. (and yes it really was nine months at a stretch with hardly any vacation... April & those of you who were in HS with me can vouch for that.)
Last night I had a dream where I went on an arduous trek across a dangerous and varied foreign land-- with a kitten and a cat. At one point the kitten looked exhausted and I realized 'omg it's so small, I bet it still needs it's mother's milk!' who was of course not around. So I found the lid of what was formerly a jug of milk, with a teaspoon or so left in it, and fed the kitten who lapped it up ravenously. I hoped and thought it would be just enough to get us to the next outpost where I would be able to get her some more of her proper food. Then I woke up to blaring classical music radio.
Exciting, I know.