Everything is so new. I don’t like change. I’m scared.

Yesterday, the softball team I’m joining had it’s first practice. We wound up staying on the field for 3 hours practicing fielding and hitting. Sure, one kid had to be taken away in an ambulance because he dislocated his knee fielding a ball, but it was a good enough time for the rest of us. I felt very comfortable playing second base and failed miserably at short (odd, since the positions are so similar). I’m probably going to wind up being placed in the outfield, but I would love a chance to play infield. All I know right now, though, is that I’m sore as hell. I’m so out of shape.

Today was another first. I officially began working in my new position at work. It was a little confusing at first, but it’s just going to be a tedious job. It’s not difficult, just lots of tedious work. I’m not thrilled about the change, but I should be getting more hours and, hopefully, a chance at going full time (finally), soon, so I had to take it. I miss working with my hands, though. It’s just so much more rewarding than verifying stock and researching missing items.