Losing It

Well, I made the move and I'm still alive, but barely. This has been a week I would not relive for any money in the world. First of all, I moved in on the hottest day of the year (97°) and the air condition was broken in the new condo. I spent 5 days in hell. It is mostly fixed now (I say mostly because I think the unit isn't big enough for the condo) and the temperatures have come down a bit. My bird is moved in. The poor thing doesn't know what's going on. He doesn't seem to be doing too badly, but I worry about him.

My parents came on Saturday and stayed a few days. Thank goodness! I don't know what I would have done without them. They helped me get unpacked and to do little odd jobs I didn't have a clue about (installing my washing machine, fixing the shower). They suffered it out in the heat too.

Now as for the job...it is going to be challenging to say the least. There is so much to learn, my head is swimming. The woman who had been filling in for the position is helping me, but she talks very fast, is excitable (makes me nervous and stressed) and goes from one topic to the next with lightening speed. It's hard to keep up and I feel stupid. I'm just feeling overwhelmed. At times, I just want to cry and go back home. I don't have a home anymore though because it is being sold.

I just pray I can get through the next few months with my sanity and my health intact.