I’m not moving to New Orleans.  Not yet anyway.

I am flying there THIS AFTERNOON, to stay for a couple days.  And I will be returning on Jan. 2 to work there for 2 months. 

Because clearly, I have lost my mind. 

But anyway, I have to go there this week to spend a couple days with the woman who currently has the job that I’m going to take over. 

And I’m super, nauseatingly nervous.  Why?  Let me give you a lil’ list:

  • Travel arrangements — the last three airplane trips I have taken have all been screwed up all to hell.  I’ll consider it lucky if I make it to NOLA and back on the correct days.
  • I always get nervous when I’m seeing people again that I haven’t seen in a long time.  Several of my former co-workers from my last New Orleans stint are still around and even though I’m really excited to see them again, it also makes me jittery.
  • What if the woman I’m supposed to work for hates me?  Or hates my clothes (I’m always inordinantly concerned that people will judge me by appearances alone)?  What if she’s mean?  What if everyone is disappointed after my former boss there talked me up like I was the second coming? 
  • Plus, I’ll have to see my ex-boyfriend at the airport, most likely, for that is where he works.  Gah.

Oh, AND, I had a telephone interview for another completely unrelated-to-NOLA job last week and it turns out it’s down to me and one other person.  And I’m kind of sure I don’t want it at this point (main reason — it is in the boonies…aka NO STARBUCKS!) but if I do get an offer, I’m going to agonize over what the right thing to do is. 

Also, due to a crazy weekend and the last minute nature of my trip, I was up waaay too late, scrambling to pack and whatnot, and then I got up early because I couldn’t sleep (too nervous) so I’m working on about, uh, about 4 hours of sleep.  Which is clearly not enough. 

One piece of good news — I’m going CARRY ON ONLY, baby.  That is something that I have rarely ever been able to achieve.  I even feel…dare I say it…streamlined?