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 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 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. 

Day 112: The Short One About Naps…

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It’s currently 23 hours since I got up for the day and if i hadn’t happened to wake up and realize that my lamp was still on I would not be writing this. 

I got up at 430 to go to work after 3 or 4 hours of sleep, I then came home from my shift and napped for a solid 3 hours on the couch, I then woke up and spent some time in the kitchen making dinner before being entirely too old for my age and passing out again due to fatigue in my bed.

Napping should become a law. Everyone should do it in the middle of the day like the Brits and tea time. 

I seriously think society would benefit from it and I know I’d totally rock that shit.

Anyways, I’m going back to sleep now to pretend like the other half of my sleep is another awesome nap.

Thanks for tuning in! 

– The Napster 

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 

Days 105 & 106: The Way Up…

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Tomorrow is hump day, folks – and as such the beginning and most difficult part of the week has seemed to pass me by without too much happening. The only notable happening would have to be the creepy guy at the bus stop around 5am on Monday morning. 

I feel like this story needs a little explanation because jumping right in without context is not only dangerous – but it’s weird. 

I work very early sometimes, and that requires me to be up at 4am, out of my apartment at 445 and at the closest bus stop around 450 to await the bus that either comes too early, arrives too late, or doesn’t show up at all – forcing me to take a taxi.

So I woke up on Monday morning while the sun was still very much down and the people I know we’re still very much asleep. Everything went normally, I put on my outfit for the day – aiming for versatility and comfort since walking around in my work uniform in the middle of the afternoon doesn’t exactly scream “attractive”. 

I tiptoed my way out the door to catch the bus and was feeling pretty good because I was a little early. I was confidant I’d catch the right bus. 

Boy, I was so wrong. 

Not only did I get there late for the bus that came too early, but because the people waiting at my stop had been picked up no one was in sight. So I stood alone, in the dark, waiting for the next bus that was more than likely to be late.

A guy walks up and casually leans closer to me, blowing stake cigarette and regret breath in my general direction and asks, “you got a lighter, Beautiful?”… To which I responded negatively to. He then proceeded to pull a lighter out of his shoe… 

… Who are you, sir, that a good pick up line at 5am on a Monday is whether or not I have a lighter. 

Furthermore, I spent my attention on my phone after our interaction to avoid you.. Not so you could see my Instagram and ask me to follow you. for “my benefit”. 

Lastly, I don’t know when the bus is going to get there – no you cannot sit near me – and if you make me take out my earphone one more time to respond to another one of your poor attempts to get my number I’ll take both earphones out of my ears and whip you in the face, repeatedly. 

Listen, I’m not ungrateful for the positive attention. And in any other given circumstance I might’ve been flattered if not mildly amused. 

However, the time of day makes you look creepy to the max, the context of your interaction makes you seem shallow and dumb. 

And the fact that you cannot take a hint after all the people who accumulated  afterward are giving you major cut eye because you’re disturbing the “I’m so tired I could die” silence…. Well, there’s a special place for you to go, bud. 

Please – learn when to hit on people and when to just mind your own damn business. 

– The Perturbed One