Due South.
Today the induction schedule and policy packs arrived with Saturday post (still a weird thing to me since Sweden hasn't had Saturday post since the seventies). It is still a matter of weird science fiction to me that this is actually happening and that as of Wednesday I will no longer be an IBMer, by Friday, I will be installed in the new flat, and by the following Monday I will have started my new job. This is enormous to someone as reluctant to change as me.
I know I have been writing a lot about crapping pants lately, but the fact of the matter is that were it up to my stressed psyche there would be anal seepage all over the place. Fortunately my sphincter disagrees. I am quite tired of spending my life in various degrees of alarm - by the end of January, I plan to be cool as yogurt. I haven't quite figured out how yet, but I will.
So, I'm typing this with trembling fingers, trying to wrap my head around the fact that this scary thing is going ahead whether I am ready or not.
I know I have been writing a lot about crapping pants lately, but the fact of the matter is that were it up to my stressed psyche there would be anal seepage all over the place. Fortunately my sphincter disagrees. I am quite tired of spending my life in various degrees of alarm - by the end of January, I plan to be cool as yogurt. I haven't quite figured out how yet, but I will.
So, I'm typing this with trembling fingers, trying to wrap my head around the fact that this scary thing is going ahead whether I am ready or not.