Nervous

I have a meeting about my new job tomorrow.  Bear will be spending the morning with his grandmother and great-grandmother.

I am quite nervous about the meeting.  I know the anxiety is irrational.  They called me and asked if I was available.  I know the people I am working with, and have worked with them before.  And they have seen the work I do, so they know the type and quality of the work I do, so I shouldn't be afraid that I'm not good enough.

They have even met Bear, and let me bring him to a meeting with me the last time I met with them (when I was working for them before).

But, simply because it is a new job, I am nervous.  But I am sure I will be fine.

I am excited about the prospect of being paid.  I like money.  It is handy for buying stuff.  And we could really use a budget boost to recoup some of the cost of the new kitchen (and my amazing freestanding cooker).