I'm sure it's no surprise to learn I'm a worrier. It's contrary to my no-planning nature and it's not chronic, but when it takes me, it's a chokehold. I woke up at 4am today, positively freaking out about work and the radio. Useless and a waste, I know.
As far as the radio thing goes, I have gotten my show back, and then some. Starting on Monday, August 11 at 7am, Emotional Rescue is back on the airwaves of KDHX 88.1 (listen online or stream later at www.kdhx.org) with a new three hour format. Holy shit, I hope I'm ready.
Regarding work, I made a sort of rash decision to tell my manager that I would go to the new store with her, after making sure Michael would be wiling to go too. Isn't the devil you know better than the devil you don't know? That's what I'm banking on. In the meantime, we're going to be working under the untested eye of a brand new and quite green manager in training. I hope I can survive it. We have no idea how long we'll remain at the old store and I'm not sure if I should relish my time left there (a ten minute drive!) or be in a hurry to get out (the new guy may be awful!)
Sigh. All this is happening at a time of the month when my mind is kind of crazy anyway. Next week things will probably seem less tragic. Keep your fingers crossed for me.