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 117: The Aftermath and The Close…

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The thing you have to know about me is that I don’t really get hangovers. 

It’s kind of like this freaky yet awesome superpower of mine. It’s like I had a hangover once in high school and I never wanted it again so I willed the ability to not have hangovers into existence. 

See, I can drink pretty much whatever is handed to me and I can feel pretty awful and I can do enter whole sick thing and I can do the whole head spinning thing… But once I fall asleep or pass out or whatever it is I do? I do not wake up until I’m good to go. 

Essentially, I sleep right through the grogginess, the nausea, the spins and the parched pain. I sleep through the headache and the heartache and the promise to never drink again. 

I sleep it all off and I wake up with a simple request of a big breakfast and something to do for the rest of the day. 

Today it was 2 croissants, 3 eggs, and some perogies.. Gross, I know, but I’m feeling pretty great considering the night I had and now I’m off to shower before going back to my closing shift at work! 

Youth is so great sometimes. Seriously. 

-The Sleeping Wonder 

Day 116: Friday Shenanigans!!

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Let me tell you about a certain Friday night that I may or may not have had that I may or may not be a little intoxicated while writing about that I may or may not post about until I’m sober so that I can edit it and make sure it’s a suitable version of the events that happened…. 

Three Australians, One Brit, Three Canadians, and a sort of Asian… 

Sounds like a bad joke, right? 

No folks, the bad joke here is that my dear, dear, misguided best friend Travis (man with too many names to mention) tried to out drink the foreigners…. And he failed miserably. 

Have any of you ever heard of the game SLAP-CUP? 

Okay so there’s 10 cups (or more, depending on he amount of players) lined up in 2 rows of 5 in the centre of the table. These cups are filled with 1pz each of various beers, liquor and other liquids. 

Every player surrounds the table with enough space to access the table surface. 

Before beginning everyone is asked to look to their right and remember the player to their right. 

2 players are given empty cups and a ping pong ball – the object of the game is to bounce the ball into the cup and pass it along. 

If you manage to bounce the ball in on your first go, you can then pass the cup and ball to ANYONE in the circle. If you fail to do so, you keep trying until you get it in. 

IF the person to your left and you are racing to put the ball in the cup and they do it before you, they are allowed to SLAP YOUR CUP – right off the freaking table and outside of the playing atmosphere. In this event, you are to pick a cup from the middle, empty it by drinking its contents and continue trying to get the ball in the cup using your new drinking cup. 

The Australians were waaaaaaaaay too damn good at this particular game and the first three rounds absolutely destroyed me.

See, in their country they often aim to not drink while in Canada we play and lose purposely because we consider drinking the prize. That’s neither here nor there at the moment. 

It got to a point where I looked at tipsy me in my mind mirror and asked myself “how do you expect to get home safely if you keep losing?!”.. So I did the only sensible thing. 

**hint: I did not bow out**

I got really frickin’ good at the game. So good, in fact, that the Australians were cheering me on and fearing when I was standing next to them in the playing circle. 

Needless to say, I went home on the line between tipsy and more than that. 

Travis, however, not only tackled me with hugs repeatedly on the walk home but did some free style rapping while waiting for the subway, did some sweet if not dangerous subway tai chi while in motion, prayed to Yeezus (Kanye) quite seriously, made me stop in McDonalds JUST so he could pee (not even ONE drunken junior chicken for me) and texted me a series of times when he got home safely and drank waaaaaaay too much water waaaaaaay too quickly. 

All in all, pretty top Friday night.

P.S. Shoutout to th Brit man I met that night, without the accent you’re quite attractive and with the alcohol you surpass my attractive comprehension level. 

– The One Who Survived Slap Cup Hell

Day 115: The Quasi Friday…

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When you work in a job where weekends aren’t really considered weekends because you work most of the time, you tend to think of the week days prior to your days off as your “Friday”. 

That was exactly my attitude coming into Thursday as I jumped out of bed to start my day at 430am. 

It was a weird day for weather as it was already 20 degrees first thing in the morning and the sun wasn’t even out yet – however, I didn’t let that deter me as I packed an outfit for later in the afternoon and made my way to work. 

I have a question for all of you that go to cafes in the middle of the week like it’s “no big”. 

This one goes out to all the ladies of the luncheon, the barons of brunch… All the children of iced drinks galore.

Tell me, good people, do you not freaking work?! 

Because if you’re showing up at a cafe in groups of 3-6, between the hours of 11am and 2pm, ordering a meal in order to stay for the next hour or two chatting after you’re done… 

WHY ARE YOU NOT WORKING?! 

I mean, dang, I’m working and I also work weekends.  

How is it you’re going to waltz in looking completely more fabulous than I do, sporting your best luncheon hat, order the most luxurious and outrageously modified salad, demand it in under 10 minutes, take over 40 minutes to eat said salad between snippets of conversation, and then sit with empty plates in front of your for an hour, chatting and catching up before BEFORE “scurrying off to work”. 

I honest to god do not know what it’s like to take more than 30mins to eat something, sit for a few, go to the bathroom, and then prepare for the rest of my shift. 

If that’s what I have to look forward to in the future as an “adult”, well, sign me the heck up! 

That’s all, Hugs and Smooches…

– The One Abandoning Neverland  

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.