Tick Tock

I’m anxious. I’m anxious about going home. I can tell because I just watched a Christmas episode of a crime drama and cried.

I’m finally a weekend and a Monday away from heading home. I had another intense week filled with tests and hands-on assessments. I was surprised by my test anxiety. By the time I had set up and prepared to get my client on the table, I was sweating bullets. Luckily, my mind stayed clear long enough so I was able to complete the tests without error. This makes me nervous though because from now on, all my interviews with employers are going to consist of hands-on demos. I can only pray that they’ll be concentrating on my technique rather than the beads of sweat that’ll make me look un-cool.

I am so excited about heading home. We had a guest stay with us during my last trip back, which made it a bit hectic. This time, I will have my town and my friends all to myself. I have a couple dates with friends who will also be in town so it will be a nice reunion. I’ve been making a list of restaurants I want to hit too. I have been dreaming of rich, heavy, and fried food for some time now. Yum.

Ugh! Is it Monday yet?! I’m going to do my studying for my last test tomorrow and I already packed earlier in the week so I have nothing to do today. I can’t sit still. I should go out to the beach but I’m just not feeling it. Instead, I’ve been having my own Bones marathon but all I can do is glance at the clock on my wall. I’m also, regrettably, devouring the big bag of chips I bought for my drive home. At this rate, I’m unsure if they’ll make it till Monday.

I’ve never hated the weekend so much!