In exactly a week, I will be starting work.
I don’t know whether or not I’m excited for it. For one, I’ll be doing lab work, which I like, but due to my contracted fingers, I have problems putting on gloves. It’s not impossible la, but it takes me a while to get them on. I don’t know how much lab work is required of me because my superior told me that he understood that I have a problem with mobility and thus does not expect much from me in terms of lab work. He even said that I could be more of a thinker in the group. Which is good, I guess. But I can’t help worrying, you know?
And then there’s the stress of working. I hear a lot of working people say that working is very stressful and that studying is better, yadda yadda yadda. I mean, I’ve worked before, but my jobs had nothing to do with the field I studied, so I didn’t understand what I was doing. What people tell me to do, I just do. Because I didn’t understand what I was doing, there was no stress on me. Get what I mean?
I also found out that one of my friends from Monash is also working there and in the same lab as I am, so at least there’s a familiar face when I go there next week. Hopefully, she won’t get sick of me… hehehe 
But I know her to be a very nice person, so yeah. The most senior biology lab person there also seems quite friendly, and apparently, he also knows about my problem, so hopefully he will not be so hard on me.
