Day 124: Do Not Be One Of Those People!

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I worked a closing shift tonight at the cafe and it was honestly one of the best I’ve had in a long, long time. 

The person I was working with was really quite sufficient at their job, the day wasn’t so busy, and everyone was pretty much just wonderful. 

The few hours flew by and before I knew it, it was time to close up shop and head home.

Too bad someone walked in 5 minutes before the actual closing time. 

Too bad he wanted a cappuccino for him and his date. 

Too bad I’d already closed the machines for the night. 

Too FREAKING BAD he forced me to reopen my clean machines so that he could get a cappuccino AT TEN AT NIGHT. 

Honestly man? Go the hell to sleep. 

You just added an extra ten minutes of cleaning to my closing routine and you don’t even feel bad about it in the slightest…. Like really, are you even human? 

“It’s only 5 to 10… Can I get one of everything on the menu?”

“I made it in before the ten happened – so you have to take my order.”

“How would you feel if you were me?”

The last one is particularly my favourite. I like to answer this one, because I answer like one should answer when faced with this question. 

How would I feel? Well, I’d feel like an understanding human being who would absolutely go somewhere else because I know what it’s like when people come in while I’m ready to close and make me serve them instead of going somewhere else that is open later. I would feel the need to turn around, walk my ass out the door while telling them to have a good night. I would feel bad, and not for one second would I feel indignant – like their only purpose in life is to serve me a gourmet coffee five minutes before they close the entire store.

Furthermore, if you’re gonna go ahead and tell someone that they look tired – it’s probably best to not say they look tired while you’ve just successfully added time to the time they have to wait to get home to their bed. 

… It’s been a long day. 

I’m already in bed and the cat is next to me. 

Catch you all on the flip side.

– The One Who Has Had A Long Day 

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Day 121: Saying it Out Loud Makes It Real…

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“This is happening…”

“It’s finally over…”

“You did what?!”

As an adult (kind of sort of not really) I’ve learned that things are easy to ignore and brush off so long as you never admit to or hear someone say things out loud. 

For example, a break-up can be considered a break until the fat lady (or your significant other or yourself) finally sings the truth – that’s it’s over and it’s kaput and never happening again. 

Or when you hurt yourself, and you don’t start crying until someone asks you of you’re okay or what happened and you start welling up slowly and then burst out into tears and ugly Kim Kardashian cry face sobs like your life depends on it. 

Or when you look at a lottery ticket, and your numbers match up with the numbers on the screen and yet you don’t jump up and down with glee until you hear the words “oh my god we won!!” from an outside source or your own physical body. 

I think that’s why, as we grow older we learn how to verbalized our thoughts and feelings and emotions… Learning how to do so makes these events and emotions more real. 

I never realized how freaking crazy the next couple of months are going to be for me because I had never said them out loud until this afternoon while talking to a realtor (who is kind enough to help me in my mission impossible to find a good apartment for the right price in the right location in a bustling city). 

Starting in September I will be going to school full time, all my classes will be condensed into 2 days a week and the other 5 will be spent working full time at my job to ensure that I make enough to supplement the cost of school, rent, and other worldly expenses I am bound to have. 

I will be preparing to move, taking care of my precious Kitty Child, and trying to stay alive myself. 

I am without a doubt one of the craziest people I know and honestly it wasn’t real to me until I heard it through someone else’s ears. 

Here’s to hoping I make it through relatively unscathed, and with a modicum of sanity (not that I have much to begin with). 

That’s all for this Hump Day, folks. I’m off to sleeeeeeeep until the cows come home. 

Buenos Noches! 

– The Apparent Go Getter 

Day 121: Saying it Out Loud Makes It Real…

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“This is happening…”

“It’s finally over…”

“You did what?!”

As an adult (kind of sort of not really) I’ve learned that things are easy to ignore and brush off so long as you never admit to or hear someone say things out loud. 

For example, a break-up can be considered a break until the fat lady (or your significant other or yourself) finally sings the truth – that’s it’s over and it’s kaput and never happening again. 

Or when you hurt yourself, and you don’t start crying until someone asks you of you’re okay or what happened and you start welling up slowly and then burst out into tears and ugly Kim Kardashian cry face sobs like your life depends on it. 

Or when you look at a lottery ticket, and your numbers match up with the numbers on the screen and yet you don’t jump up and down with glee until you hear the words “oh my god we won!!” from an outside source or your own physical body. 

I think that’s why, as we grow older we learn how to verbalized our thoughts and feelings and emotions… Learning how to do so makes these events and emotions more real. 

I never realized how freaking crazy the next couple of months are going to be for me because I had never said them out loud until this afternoon while talking to a realtor (who is kind enough to help me in my mission impossible to find a good apartment for the right price in the right location in a bustling city). 

Starting in September I will be going to school full time, all my classes will be condensed into 2 days a week and the other 5 will be spent working full time at my job to ensure that I make enough to supplement the cost of school, rent, and other worldly expenses I am bound to have. 

I will be preparing to move, taking care of my precious Kitty Child, and trying to stay alive myself. 

I am without a doubt one of the craziest people I know and honestly it wasn’t real to me until I heard it through someone else’s ears. 

Here’s to hoping I make it through relatively unscathed, and with a modicum of sanity (not that I have much to begin with). 

That’s all for this Hump Day, folks. I’m off to sleeeeeeeep until the cows come home. 

Buenos Noches! 

– The Apparent Go Getter 

Day 120: TWOSDAY TURN-IP? 

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I realize that this title is a complete waste of a pun but you know what? It made me laugh so really, who is the losing party here… Huh? Yeah, it’s you. 

I’m lying in bed after what is probably the weirdest day I’ve had and I can honestly say I’m emerging on the other side 50 shades north of batty but incredibly happy and at ease. 

After sleeping through my 8:30 alarm and waking in a panic at 8:51 (I had to leave the apartment by 9) – I stumbled my way out of bed, basically ran (not really at all) to work and generally just had a good day. 

Everyone just sort of needs to act like a child sometimes and for me that time was today. 

I discovered that if you close your mouth and clench your teeth while laughing the vibrations of your laugh tickle your mouth and make you laugh even more. 

I discovered that if you let an ice cube run down someone’s back it may just settle and melt in their exposed plumber butt crack like a gross plinko board. 

I discovered that if I put my cat in a reusable, cloth grocery bag she will not jump out but instead accept her fate as pretend produce. 

Seriously, I think the only adult thing I achieved today was working a shift for actual money and making a delicious dinner. 

There’s nothing quite so delicious as homemade sheppard’s pie. 

That’s all I have for you, folks. 

Laugh often, love always. 

– The Wondering Child In Us All 

Day 119: Tan Lines and Tall People…

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This past few days there have been contractors in and out of our apartment, doing work to our air conditioning units.

They all range in age, colour, weight, personality, and trade. Some of them are quite pleasant while others are not so – but I generally try to stay out of their way anyways because they are doing important work that allows me to feel like a human and not a melting freeze pop that is basically just squishy juice in a plastic tube. 

Today I thought a good way to stay out of their way would be to go and read my book outside in the sunshine. This way they would be able to work uninterrupted and I could get some sunshine and fresh air! 

I was 100% wrong. 

Today was so freaking hot outside I considered coming back inside to put anti-persperant on the insides of my knees. 

At one point I was sure that I would have to immerse myself in an ice bath upon entering the apartment again – contractors be damned! 

Undeterred though, I stepped outside and grabbed a lounge chair to sit myself in the direct sunlight with my phone, keys, and book. 

Needless to say after an hour in the direct sunlight I’ve had what seemed to be burnt retinas, burning hot keys, an overheated phone, some burning shoes, and some awesome tan lines that will be cherished since I do not get to frolick in the golden source of life vey often. 

I came inside and opted for a light lunch of cookies and cream ice cream because the thought of hot food depressed me and it was damn good. 

That’s about all that’s happened to me today. 

I’m pooped and still feeling a little thirsty so it’s time for some sleep! 

Good night good people of the planet. 

– The One With Cherishable Tan Lines 

Day 118: Sunday and Books. 

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Today I put my book nerdiness to the test and started a book in the morning and finished it in the early evening.

This is of course between periodic naps, cooking, eating, and watching some Netflix marathons – oh, and more online apartment hunting. 

I like to think this was the highlight of my day because the book was hilarious and exactly what I needed on a Sunday afternoon off. 

The only thing that would have made it better would be to sit poolside with a cocktail or in a vast, silent library where the air smells of history and slightly like mildew.. Perhaps wood polish. 

There’s apparently no happy medium between Malibu reader me and Beauty in the Beast Belle me. And such is my life… 

I decided to be a boring human being because of the past few days of partying and working and generally just being a busy human. 

It’s really quite exhausting. 

Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m off to pick another book and start it before bed. 

– The One Who’s Possibilities Await Her! 

Day 114: 7 Reasons Apartment Hunting Is the Absolute Worst… 

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I’m currently in the midst of looking for a new place to live and although certain aspects can be fun and exciting – a majority of it is the most terrible thing ever to be created. 

Apartment hunting in an urban area is like window shopping. You get a general idea of what you want, you see something really pretty while you’re out, and then you realize that you have no freaking money to get the one you want so you search and search, holding out for the best one until finally you either settle for the price, or find something similar but lacking in some way. 

Apartment hunting as a young adult is the worst for the following reasons… 

1. First you have to decide if you want roommates or not. Because although the rent is cheaper with them, you’d rather live without them. There is a loner inside of us all – and it comes out during this time. You then have to justify to people why or why not. It’s a pain in the proverbial balls.

2. Picking a roommate is always the worst. Your best friend? Distant family? Random from Craigslist who promises not to be a killer? 

3. You read what seems to be 1000000 ads only to realize it’s not inclusive, there’s no laundry on site, they’re renting in the wrong month, or its so friggin’ far from society that you can’t justify living there. Car or not. 

4. Seldom does a landlord take a feline child or fur baby if you are only renting. And you feel like a terrible person because you considered how easy life would be if you didn’t have one. 

5. As an adult working full time dealing with other adults that work full time scheduling a viewing is the worst possible thing. It’s either on the weekend when you’re busy, after work when you should be eating, or before work — rushing through it and getting up waaaaaaay too early. 

6. Looking at the apartment and immediately not liking it but sticking through the whole viewing because you’re THAT desperate and besides… That’s not a roach… It’s a spider in a costume? That, or when you KNOW they posted the wrong price and it’s really a lot more but they lured you out to try and sway you. LISTEN’- I’m not snobby or picky… I’m poor. 

7. Looking at the apartment and thinking about the sheer amount of xrap you’re gonna have to get rid of in order to fit everything in. 

That’s all I’ve got for you for today. I’m gonna go look at a million more ads.  Sure they’re changed in the hour. 

Cheers & Best! 

– The Apartment not Alligator Hunter. 

P.S. Enjoy the image of pastries because it makese feel less stress. STREAS BAKING!! new hybrid activity of mine. 

Day 111: The One Before The Open…

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I’m the ultimate kind of tired. 

The I just worked all day, went to a family gathering, got caught in the pouring rain, came home and did laundry and cleaned my room kind of accomplished tired and honestly I’m kind of glad the new work week is here! 

Although I have to be up in a few short hours, I promised to be better at this and I wanted to share one of the worst things about being single. 

One of the worst things about being single or at least, without a helping hand, is that you have to make the bed all by yourself. 

Now, if you’re like me and love to have a big bed all to yourself with countless amounts of pillows and a luxurious duvet and so on and so forth than you know the pain of having to make the bed by yourself. 

Add to the fact that my room is smaller than average, my butt is wider than average, and my height is under average. 

It all makes for a very comical, sweaty 20 minutes and it’s the worst workout to achieve the best kind of happiness. 

The cat seems to like it, and I suppose that is a small victory. Fresh sheets, struggling not Mommy – comfy kitty child. 

I have to run around to all the corners to make sure the fitted sheet stays on all corners. 

I have to tuck in all the sides evenly and pull until the flat sheet is even on all sides and wrinkle free. 

I then have to sort and case all the pillows, and don’t even get me started on the duvet because I have to insert my body with the duvet into the cover in order to get the corners right. 

No life hacks here, folks. 

My partner would have to be used to getting things off high surfaces. 

Helping me make the bed. 

Helping me see into the top load dryer in the laundry room because I’m tired of climbing the bottom dryer in order to see into the top one. 

I need some help!! 

Anyways, off to sleep because tomorrow I’m in for an exciting day. 

Happy Sunday! 

– The Below or Above Average One 

Day 110: 5 Signs He’s Not Into You Or You’re Going Crazy…

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Ladies and gents, I’m sure we’ve all been in the situation where we find ourselves out on a date, and we think the night goes pretty well – but we’re just not sure about it and in order to feel any sort of way about it we must go home and obsess about it either alone or with the help of our many, many friends, family members, or feline children.

If you have never really been in this situation you A) have no soul, B) have no soul, or C) are so ridiculously good looking that no one has ever left any kind of date with you without insisting to hangout with you again either the next day or within the immediate future.

As a young adult in the dating field, I find myself unable to comprehend the procedures that go along with dating and the signs that someone is either really into you or really just not.

Now, I’d like to clarify that I have never left a date wherein the other party has panic bailed, ran away from me screaming, set themselves on fire, or otherwise. I have however left a few dates feeling giddy, happy, but totally unsure of where to carry on from there.

I’d like to present my gathered list of 5 signs that he’s either not into you or you’re going bonkers – because in the game of love, folks, there really is no damn difference.

1. He Mentions That You Should Contact Him – But Doesn’t Contact You? — It’s been a couple of days and honestly you haven’t heard a single word from him. You’re a crazy broad and you check his Facebook or Instagram to see he’s posted but you refuse to message him because damn it! You’re not attached! Seriously, he’s either not into you, or NEWSFLASH – he’s out living a life you should be living too. We’re all adults here, and if he’s busy and you don’t cross his mind? C’est la vie!

2. On Your Date He Vaguely Mentioned His Exes and The Fact He’s Not In A Relationship Currently — first of all, good for you for finding an actual single human being that wanted to go on a date. Secondly, he either mentioned his exes to make sure you weren’t as crazy as them, to make sure you knew he wasn’t looking for anything serious, or to gauge what the hell it is you were looking for. He’s a guy, he’s not going to flat out ask you about 3 things; your weight, your intentions, and your salary. But he’s gonna try and feel around to see what happens.

3. Your Date was Casual and Fun, “Date” turned to “Hangout” — this is something I’ve learned through trial and error. Unfortunately, the guy is the only one who is allowed to call it a date because if they call it anything else it means it was only that. A date isn’t the same as a hangout or chill or beer, or a drink… A date is something scary, something they actually have to try at, and something that means it will lead to something more important. Yuck – who wants that?

4. He Responds to Your Messages Right Away But Doesn’t Send His Own — you know what this means, right? Well, it means he was waiting for you to reach out because HELLLLUR, he’s hot stuff. He’s the man. That, or it means that he happened to have his phone on him the moment you texted him and he’s not about the ignoring to make you want him more game.

5. He Cancels The Next Impending Hangout Because He Didn’t Plan It — so you grew some cahones and asked him to hangout again. At first, he plays it casual but then something “comes up” or “he’s too tired”… I know this seems like the end of the world, but honestly, he could actually have something going on OR he’s just really not jazzed about more time with you. In which case, why are you stressing about someone who isn’t stressing about you? Being an adult means understanding that sometimes people are tired and sometimes people just do not like you. THE WORLD IS NOT GOING TO END.

I am a regular girl, albeit, a girl who not always excited about the way she looks and who will read copious amounts of internet articles based on total crap (which she knows is total crap) and who will enjoy a few (too many) drinks because she likes to have fun while trying not to obsess over that guy she thought was really cute…

I’m a girl.

I also don’t care about your lack of texts.

I don’t care about how you called off the “hangout”.

I don’t care that you’re playing the field still…

At the end of the day if and when I choose to find someone to be in a relationship with, a partnership with, to build a semblance of life with… I know that I would have committed to stressing about someone who is stressing about me.

Someone who won’t make me guess, because I won’t make them guess.

Someone who will respond to me because they want to and not because they feel inclined to.

Someone who will understand that work will sometimes come first, and not be afraid to put work before me because that’s what it takes sometimes and if you’re afraid to do that to your partner in fear that they’ll leave you instead of support you… Well then, are they your partner?

So these 5 signs are a bunch of crap because there is no proven science here, folks. There is no sure fire way of knowing if someone is into you the same way you’re into them unless you ask them. If you’re too afraid to ask, well then just have fun.

Live life.

Let the good times roll.

Make gettin’ paid a forte.

Each and every day.

Eat the cheeseburgers.

Love the people you encounter.

I have no more worldly advice to any of you.

Happy Saturday 🙂

– The One Who Pretends She’s Got It All Figured Out

Day 109: The Friday to End All Fridays…

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Has anyone ever given real thought as to why Friday nights are often deemed “date nights” ? What is it about that particular day of the week that warrants people to make the conscious decision to either “stay in alone with my pajamas on” or “dress up, go out and have a good time” ?

Picture it – some stud walks up to his lady love interest and says, “Friday, I’ll pick you up, say, eight?” and she swoons and agrees either non verbally or very excitedly.

If you want a real quality date night, I mean, Tuesday has it all really.

Cheap chicken.

Cheap movie night.

If the date is really terrible, then you can ALWAYS bail out with the excuse of “work early in the morning”…

I mean, Friday is literally the worst day to go on a date.

You’ve basically worked all week, and for once you just want to stay home and wallow in your fatigue, go to bed early, and get a decent amount of sleep before you embark on whatever it is you’ve surely got planned for the Saturday or Saturday night.

That, and the fact that everywhere is bound to be bustling with people who also have the same “date night” as you, teenagers are going to be celebrating the weekend with friends, families will go out to dinner because Mom needs a night off, and your chances of bumping into someone you know basically double.

Who wants to bump into someone they know while they’re on a date?

That’s an introduction you never want to make unless you’re really, truly ready.

All of this ranting really can only add up to one of two things, I’m either ridiculously right in all that I’ve stated, or I’m just really sad and need to get out of the house and on more dates.

But not on Fridays.

Either way – I’m at the point where I’ve hardly moved from the bed all day and I honestly do not mind.

– The One Who Is Stuck in Limbo