Aside from the usual feelings of anxiety, excitement and utter bewilderness I'm feeling relatively calm about the whole affair. Relative to previous experiences of starting something new that often resulted in panicking and bolting for the closest door.
It'll take some used to the change I'll admit; I'm confused that I'm not going to be heading off to work five days a week. I woke up ready to iron a Daz-white shirt and almost packed my apron and tie.
You know you've been a barman far too long when those things become so ingrained into your daily routine. That and the thought of not having to be on my feet all day with perpetually damp hands and coffee stained arms is far more blissful than it has any right to be.
So here I go once more into the colourful breach of education. Armed with hindsight on how not to fail and run and the foresight of knowing where I want to end up.
It's going to work this time.
