At the moment, I am blogging (for the first time, mind you. Despite the fact that my 'About Me' blatently states that I had no intention of partaking in such activity. Life's funny, innit?) on my lovely (read 'old') laptop... in a coffee shop. Not just any coffee shop - a Starbucks! I doubt I've ever done anything that has made me seem more hipster, but I swear I'm not. Although, now that I think about it, all of this denial is only adding to the evidence of my hipsterdom... Alright, fine. I'm a hipster (that's how you know I'm not. They'd never admit to being one! Haha!).
So yeah... Now that I've gotten beyond that first completely useless paragraph, onto my thought:
I was in a ridiculously good mood as I clocked out at work today, which is quite a feat, considering I work in a disgusting warehouse and it is currently August and I live in Northern California so it is HOT AND AWFUL. Even on Fridays, my mood doesn't usually improve until I am far far away from work and in some sort of air conditioning (which Starbucks has graciously taken care of by freezing me out). It was also a very large change from the mood in which I left work yesterday, which very much resembled an atomic bomb of anger going off in my head, followed by a large mushroom cloud of resentment. That always happens when I'm overwhelmed with packages during the sort and not offered appropriate help, then expected to hang around for another hour to scan letters.
Today, however, was wonderful (as far as work can be wonderful). I had very few boxes in my can, and they all came at reasonable distances apart, and there were hardly any letters to scan. Having finished early I messed around with my work friend Keith (enormously tall, 30-something black man to my ridiculously short, 20-something white girlness, married with kids, but acts my age), who I proceeded to karate chop and kick whilst making Bruce Lee type noises only to promptly have him threaten to throw me over his should like a package. I then proceeded to run away giggling, nearly smacking into another (much less liked by me) coworker on my way to clock out. Sigh. Why can't every day at work be like this one? :P
Now I was bored and freezing (damn Starbucks air conditioner) waiting as patiently as I can (not very) for my boyfriend to get off of work so that I may spend time at his house. Although I could potentially get a member of his family to let me into the house before he got home, as his lovely mother did yesterday, I have chosen to wait at Starbucks today because, as much as I adore his 6 year old niece (who lives with him), it's hard to entertain 6 year olds for long periods of time. So instead, I have chosen to take some alone time in a coffee shop, listening to 2ne1 (as I often do), watching youtube, and reading Hayley's blog. And, to a lesser extent, writing this one.
And there you have it.
Hey! I came across your blog because I like to check out blogs of people who comment on other blogs I read. I figure they might have similar interests to me. I saw you comment on Hayleyghoover's.
ReplyDeleteAnyway. I enjoyed this post. It sounds like you work at a postal sorting plant. I've always wanted a job at a post office for a few reasons. One, the mail is always coming, so you never have to be concerned about what comes next. In my job, I often have to look for my next project, or have a million different things on the go. I have always thought that it would be nice to have a job that is consistent all day long. I've been told by friends who have these sorts of jobs that they get boring, and you will probably say the same thing, but I still would like to try it.
Secondly, here in Canada, postal workers get paid ridiculously well, and have awesome benefits. The starting rate for any new employee is somewhere around $23/hr, and they start with 6 weeks vacation. The only downside is that it's a union job.
Anyways, those are the thoughts that came to mind after reading your blog. Keep up the good work!
~Dean