Irrational fear? Yes, most probably.

 So...  I work in the box office at the theatre today.

ALONE.   Jeff gave me his cell phone number.  This does not bode well for how he thought training me went.

It'll be fine.  It's a computer program a trained monkey can understand; and it's only taking reservations, booking seats (for cranky old patrons) and taking money (dear GOD please come out even at the end of the day), answering the phone (going to take one line off the hook), and handling the walk-in business.  It'll be fine.  If all the numbers add up at the end of the day, It'll be fine.

Oh, geez.  

I'm an actress.  I'll act like I know what the hell I'm doing, right?  Right.

It'll be fine.  Fine.  

Fine.

eep.