When it comes to surviving, the time has come. It's been a long time since I've had an income. I don't have a problem not having very much money, but it's time for me to contribute.
I've completed my first day of training at my first post-school job. Honestly, I was terrified. But the people (my potential co-workers, if I make it through all the training) are very nice.
It's my first job with out an end in sight. I know it can be temporary, and I can keep looking for a more "applicable job", but I had my heart set on never working in a restaurant again. When I start thinking about getting a job or committing to a job, I start feeling a little panic-y and claustrophobic. I jump right into "how do I get off?...I have family in Connecticut, can I go see them at Christmas time?" - nearly completely pointless things to worry about. However, feeling sick of missing out on an evening social live, due to my coincidental work hours - I think that is totally acceptable to be concerned about. I have a good feeling about this place though. The manager is wonderful. And it helps to have a friend starting there too. It's nice to have someone working with you in the exact same position. Coming from the exact same place. Literally.
So, it's not the end of the world. This is a transitional point, and it's really amazing to have a support system so close. I'm grateful for my new studio-mates, and my friend, who's become my coworker.