Kate

So, I've accomplished virtually nothing today beyond freezing up my iPod *cries* and going to lunch with some girls from the office. Lunch was yummy and fun, though. I had cheese ravioli.

Meredith just called me. We were discussing driving arrangements for the trip to Florida next Friday.

Me: You and I will probably take my car, and Richard and James will probably take the car I just brought home.

Mer, indignant that someone else would be driving *her* car: When is James getting his car fixed?

Me: When we have the money.

Mer: You guys just bought a new TV!

Me, confused: We didn't buy a TV.

Mer: Then what is that TV sitting on the floor in the living room? It's got a built-in DVD and VHS player.

Me: I brought that home from Grandma Brown's. Wait... When were you home?

Mer: When I came to pick up new clothes.

Now, is it odd that what irritated me about this conversation was not the selfishness about the car, nor the attempt at chastising me for my money management, but the fact that someone drove Meredith 40 minutes each way to pick up fresh clothes rather than just doing laundry?

I think I'm going to apply for a job in St. Petersburg. I don't know that they'll hire me because they want someone who is proficient in Earned Value and I have very little EV experience, but the job's been open since January so they might decide it's worth it to train me. I'm really absurdly nervous about this, even though I probably won't get the job. It would mean moving out of VA. I've never lived more than 40 miles from the hospital in which I was born. Random things keep popping into my head like "I'll have to find a new dentist! I like my dentist." and "Why did I ever choose a screen name that indicates my location? It's just stupid to be 'KateinVA' if you live in FL." Then, of course, I tell myself that I'm 34 years old and I should really get a grip.

*sigh*

My name is Kate, and I am afraid of change.