I had left my job this past June and thus have had just about five months of vacation. Five months of just being able to stay home and do "nothing". For the most part, I've liked it but a smart part of me has also felt bored, despite having so much time to watch TV and play video-games, two things I have spent too much time on ruining my life over. Last week, I got a new job and am to start this Monday, November 28th. Any "normal" person would say its great news to get a job, especially in this rough economic climate. Yet I am far from "normal". I am dreading next Monday, feeling like its the date of my execution. I've become spoiled by the several months of freedom, sleeping and waking up when I wanted, making my own schedule, etc. Now I'll be working a strict 5 day 9 to 5 schedule, following all these rules, orders, etc. I wish I could have been weaned slower into this instead of all of a sudden. These several months of "vacation" seemed to go by so fast. But it always felt that way when I was at the last day of "freedom", such as during summer vacation before I had to go back to school as a child. I know I must be sounding like a spoiled, whiny baby right now. Yet the thing is that I actually am. So many would love to have a job right now to put food on the table and a house over their heads. I am fortunate to have parents that still fully support me and wish I could mooch off of them forever, but its just not realistic. The problem is that I've been coddled and pampered too much. Well, I had a job before, so I bet I can hack this as well. I'm partly worried that I can even do the job; I felt that I oversold myself in the interview but also that the interviewer had nepotism towards me, being from the same nationality. It would be quite embarrassing if the company thinks you can do the job and you prove you do not fit the qualifications on the first day. It would be embarrassing for me and the interviewer. But I'm more worried of this sudden change in schedule. I'm not a big fan of changes, especially sudden ones. But that's life, and a weakling like me has to adapt, or perish. I'm sure I'll perish soon in this cruel, harsh world I am not prepared for.