Today I worked 9-5 (what a way to make a living…
…barely getting by)
Forcing myself out of bed this morning was quite a task. You know when you’re so tired that your eyelids turn inside out? Or maybe that’s just me.
I worked solo for the first time today… it was a bit terrifying. I spent a good 10 minutes this morning trying to figure where the light switch was. Yikes.
Then I came home and consumed some media. Nom nom nom media.
My ‘Week in the Life of Me’ is getting exponentially worse.
That was my Monday.
I slept through most of the day again because I was up all night last night watching The Glee Project (awesome show by the way… so trashy and over-dramatic. It’s better than glee I reckon).
I’ve been playing guitar for a while so I had a bit of a solo jam in my bedroom this afternoon. I thought maybe I might try to sing and see what happens because YOLO… right? I whipped out le trusty MacBook Pro and recorded myself on photo booth. Turns out I can’t sing LOL.
I got my work roster for this week and I have a shift everyday. Not happy. Now I’m in a bad mood. Hmph. Short sentences reaffirm my dissatisfaction.
These are some of the reasons I dislike work:
-I’m not allowed to wear nail polish
-My uniform consists of tailored pants and a flared, three quarter length shirt (what is this… the 70s?)
-I have to wear my hair pinned back (I have bangs so pinning back my hair is difficult and unflattering)
Doing this “A Week in the Life of Me” thing has kind of induced a mild existential crisis. Usually, I don’t deeply consider the way I choose to live but now recounting my actions of each day I’m starting to question what exactly I’m doing with my life. Am I wasting time?
Looking back on the week so far (especially the past few days) I’ve not really done anything super productive. I feel like I need to write and create and learn more.
I’m contemplating going to New York City for a solo holiday next year. Maybe even for just a week or two. It’s a pipe dream of mine to obtain a social media internship while over there, but in the back of my head I know that an American company isn’t going to hire an Australian student (despite my charming accent and abilities to file things, enter data and hold multiple coffee cups)
So this is my Sunday.
So I’m beginning to lose inspiration and every time I read my past posts I can’t help but cringe at my… cringyness. In an attempt to immerse myself into the wonderful world of WordPress and hopefully combat my writers block, for the next seven days I shall be posting about my day.
This could be boring for you.
This could be embarrassing for me.
However, I’ll try to keep the posts short and simple (just how I like my men… wait, what?).
I woke up at 9AM this morning for a dentist appointment. Oh golly, this is already bleak… Bare with me. 9AM is a pretty big deal for me on account of the fact that I’m a lazy teenager and it’s semester break and it’s cold outside (so naturally I’m quite the sloth).
I’ve decided I’m going to have my teeth whitened. This impulsive decision has made me realize that I spend money on the most peculiar things. I’m still kind of grieving over last months $200 haircut. I need to do some serious life-reassessments.
After the appointment, I met some ol’ pals for lunch. We sat down at a nice looking cafe and ordered water for the table. At a closer inspection of the menu, we discovered that pricing was way out of our league. By a good $10. So we made the combined decision to dash out, despite the fact that one of my friends went to high school with the waitress that had served us the water. Awkward.
Before we went our separate ways, I initiated a group hug (there were 3 of us) and didn’t let go for a good thirty seconds. I thoroughly enjoy making my friends feel embarrassed in public.
I had my runners (trainers, sneakers, gym shoes… whatever you’d like to call them) In my bag so I decided it would be an appropriate time to break my exercise drought and return to the gym once and for all. Plus, I have been getting repeated text messages from the gym reminding me of my laziness. I was going to take them up on the free personal training session offer and book an appointment after my workout today but there was a fairly attractive man behind the desk and I was afraid he’d judge me for being lazy. But then again… hot guy… he could potentially be the personal trainer… and the personal training session could end with some hands-on stretching. Okay, my mind is wandering now.
I went pretty hard at the gym and I’m going to be pissed if I don’t wake up tomorrow morning feeling the pang in my abs and arms. You know what they say… pain is weakness leaving the body.
This evening I babysat for a few hours so I got to watch some cake shows on pay TV. That was pretty sweet. When I got home I ate a pear and watched tonight’s episode of Offspring. (Offspring is an Australian comedy-drama centred around the life of an obstetrician, her awkward love life and her chaotic family. Maybe I’m biased, but it’s one of my favorite T.V shows at the moment… tears and laughter and the whole sh’bang are induced with each episode.)
So that was my Wednesday.
A Freudian Slip will never cease to humor me. It’s pretty clear that Freud is a bit of a nutter but according to him, these verbal slips are linked to the unconscious mind.
So the other day at work (which is super busy on account of The Avengers) as i was innocently ripping tickets and directing customers to their cinema I had to repeat an almost-identical phrase hundreds of times:
Hi there! How’s it going? … Okay, you’ll be in cinema 6 up the hallway to your left!
When its that hectic at work, I can’t help but jumble up my words.
Hi there! how’s it going? … *looks at ticket* oh, Hi there! you’ll be in cinema 6 up the hallway to your left!
I promise I’m not crazy. Then all of a sudden, out of nowhere:
Hi there! how’s it going? Okay, you’ll be in cinema sex…
Woah now, really? My initial thought was to diverge into a New Zealand accent:
Just in cinema sex up the hallway brew!
But still, I’ve got to admit, Freudian slips are pretty damn hilarious.