Put On Your Bravest Face

Only nine days left until grad. Only twenty-six days left until my last final. I tell you, it's starting to scare the living crap out of me. As much as you hate going to school, it scares you to think about leaving that place forever.

To get my last depressing news out of the way, I've determined that I am the epitome of someone who is completely nervous around women. Frankly, I'm quite sick of it. If I don't get the courage to talk to them more, I end up talking to them too much and decide that I wouldn't want to risk our friendship by dating. It's a pretty sad line, and I really hope I can change that soon.

But enough of the bad stuff, because it just weighs me down. Cash Office is going well, and I get my first solo shift in there on Monday. It's a lot of paperwork, and I'm mildly concerned that I won't remember it all, but so long as I don't end up missing money, I'll be happy at the end of the day. It's a very demanding job, and while I like it as a change of pace, I couldn't see myself doing it forty hours a week.

And while we're talking about jobs, I've had an interesting side job offer this week as well. I'm going to keep hush-hush about it until I get more details, though, but it's damn near a dream come true.

-Patrick Fisher