Start the new job tomorrow. Well, same kind of job but new hotel. Nervous anxious intimidated excited wondering if they’ll regret this or think I’m not the fit they’re looking for. It’s a better company with a more exclusive staff (who are better paid and benefited, btw), serving a higher level of clientel. Not a faux-glam, shoddy-run circus of a property like my old place (still miss it a little), meaning that level of stellar work I delivered there? will now only be just barely good enough to pass for standard @ this new place. My entire game has to be stepped up. Am I really up for this? We’ll see tomorrow morning. My friend Jess is performing in a cabaret @ Don’t Tell Mama’s tomorrow night and I’m going with my boyfriend, so my entire morning and afternoon @ the new job will just be fluff I must endure till I get to the show; this is how I have to think about it, or the pressure will just suffocate me.

Yes, I really am this insecure when it comes to new things. And I’m even shutting off the Comments Feature on this entry just so no one thinks I’m fishing for peptalk or compliments (but feel free to email them to me)!