*Editors Note* I kept thinking what is it about this week? I started of BLEH, not wanting to join the world, feeling like I should curl up in my bed and catch up on episodes of Private Practice (better if you wait to watch it until you have a lot of time to do nothing). And then Cee turned in her article with a nice "This week is crazy and I'm not feeling writerly." And it seemed that news had stopped in San Diego, that there wasn't really a lot of "big to dos" going on this weekend, that Halloween was just around the corner and my across the street neighbor had decided to declare war. It just felt off. And then my Mom called to tell me about her crappy day and included this helpful bit of information "Mercury is in retrograde, again, blah." Yes, Mercury is in retrograde, RETROGRADE, which for the novice means that everything is going to be annoying, communication is going to be wonky, life is going to feel generally "eck." And so this week Rachelle in the City - well she's not too excited about her article either. But I am, because we can all use a little "Risk" taking in their lives. And away we go.
My big plans of postponing working as long as possible were dashed when I unexpectedly got hired to work the front desk at a wellness center. Is it bad that I really didn't want to work even if it meant postponing "finding my purpose in life" for a bit? Anyway, I did get hired and I accepted begrudgingly, especially since Geoff was excited that we would have another income. Also, it would have been crazy to turn down an offer to work at a place that was close to my field of interest.
The weekend before starting my job was spent grocery shopping and buying stuff for the apartment. (Too much fun) Geoff and I attempted to go to Octoberfest with Avery and her boyfriend, but by the time we got there the beer stand was shut down and we had fifteen minutes to watch the last band perform before the festival ended. In true form, Avery managed to acquire herself a beer. I was just happy I got to eat my bratwurst. And while all the happy Octoberfest attendees stumbled there way into the nearby bars we decided that rather than bump elbows with tons of people and fight to get a drink at the bars we would return back to Avery's home and have drinks and play a nice quiet game of Risk. Haha. Oh how times have changed.
I am night owl. Always have been and always will be. It's in my blood. I come from generations of women who loved to stay up late and sleep in. Geoff can't understand why I need so much sleep, but I do. So, it's ironic that on Monday morning I had to start work at 6am. I had to rise from bed at 4am in order to get ready and drive to work on time. That was mind blowing to me. I always pitied the peons who had to get up that early and now I was one of them. Mind blowing. But I did it and surprisingly it wasn't that bad. I think the idea of it was worse than actually having to do it.
The one thing that I look forward at my job right now is the possibility of meeting celebs. I was told that famous people come through our doors on a regular basis. Perezhilton here I come. I work the front desk and pretend to be happy about all the products and pretend to be happy to book spa appointments for all the guests. It's not as bad as I make it sound, the people I work with are really nice and helpful. I get free massages and can attend yoga and meditations whenever I feel the need. I won't say exactly where I work, but the premise for everything the spa does is based on Ayurvedic traditional therapies. We have incense burning and the smell of the oils are pleasant to smell. Oh yeah, we have hot therapists too.
Get up at 4am, go to work and act happy all day. Get off work around 3pm and do errands and return home. Watch TV until Geoff gets home from work and begin to cook for dinner. Eat dinner and watch more TV. At 10pm I go to bed and sleep for a second and get up to start all over again. The rat race. Is this my life now?
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