day one: done.


four words: what a fucking trainwreck. i actually feel like running for the hills—i feel like i've fucked up. big time. i guess the big red flag should have been the fact that they were willing to pay me as much as they are for a role that is usually pretty straightforward. everything is a mess and it really only took three hours (tops) for my anxiety to fully set in.


the one up side is that i made a fast friend with one of two teammates. spoilt for choice, i was, i know. honestly, though, it feels like i have literally jumped out of the frying pan and headfirst into the fire. my probation period is for six months i had my heart set on making it to the three-year mark. now? i am questioning if i will even last a year.


Lord, help me.