So this week began the countdown to me transitioning to the airport. I've already had one malay with a scheduling conflict, which almost sent me off the deep end yesterday and now i am freaking out about how to interpret an e-mail i got from one of the managers yesterday.
(basically, i was scheduled 6-4 starting next week, then got a different schedule yesterday saying i was starting 2-12. i e-mailed one of the managers and they told me to just work 6-4.. so does that mean the week? or just that day???)

Last night i layed awake in bed worrying about little things like, where do i park, and where do i go in the morning when i open.. the counter? the qta? the kiosk.

seriously, i'm freaking out.

and its not the big things i worry about, its all the little ones( like the ones i mentioned above)

I could not be more excited about moving down to the airport, but starting somewhere new ( aka leaving my comfort zone) just stresses me out.

I know in the end everything will work itself out, and i'm bound to make a few mistakes. I just hate the days leading up to it.

I don't understand how i can pick and move across half the country, but something as insignificant as parking causes a meltdown.

i am so backwards its ridiculous.

shit, i've got to go.