(no subject)
It's Tuesday night and I still don't know where I am supposed to show up for work on Sunday morning. Only campaign work could require you to start on a Sunday morning, somewhere within a state. I asked to start Monday, but hadn't realized it was Labor Day, so Denise gave me the option of starting Sunday or Tuesday, emphasizing Sunday because everyone will be preparing for Hillary's arrival, and it will "be a lot of fun"! I didn't want my first impression to be that of someone who will do the least that's expected of them, so Sunday it is. Possibly meeting Hillary, or "Senator Clinton" as I must begin calling her, or hearing her speak on my second day wouldn't be so bad either. Especially since I just missed the debates. However, the mad dash to pack up my entire life and spend time with Sam is getting a bit stressful. It'd be one thing if I just had to buy some work clothes and pack a bag, but I haven't even finished unpacking in my new apartment. I had pulled everything I owned out of boxes and starting making ebay and goodwill and keep piles all over the place. Now I gotta fish out what I need and pack it all up again. And do lots of boring grown-up things like transfer all the credit card bills to myself, and get a new bank account that's not linked to my parent's etc. I have to grow up and pare down while also buying tons of shit in just two days! And I don't even know where I'm driving to on Saturday! Or Friday if it's farther than Des Moines. It's very exciting. I'm just worried about starting early. That means I'll have to say goodbye to Sam outside of work in the morning. How am I going to go in composed? I'll have to figure that out. And many other things, which means that I should get off the computer and go to bed....
Dylan, shoosh.
Dylan, shoosh.