Full-Time Frenzy
So the question arises: how good of friends are you when you can unashamedly tell another that you really have no plans for Saturday night? I mean, out of all the days of the week, Saturday is the one that gives itself to having plans. (I actually have a theory that there are more people doing nothing on Saturdays than anyone would like to admit; we just don't becuase it's not a happy subject). And to say that you really don't have any could potentially be a hit to your reputation with said friend. And do you mention that while you're sitting and blogging and doing nothing really that Celine Dion is playing in the background?
So this is the position I find myself in tonight. And who was the friend you ask? None other than the infamous politichic. Did she mind that I had no plans? Of course not. That's how friends are.
Well, this week has flown by. I have finally entered the fulltime working force, and after one week I am ready for it to be over. Selling dish network, while exciting in its own right, is really not that exciting. And to do it for forty hours a week is really not that exciting. Luckily my schedule for next week is a little less hectic: only 24 hours of selling. I can handle that. One thing I did notice this week (and now understand) is the reason behind some of my friends' desire to do nothing at the end of the day. I did not really understand this. After all, I like to party, and I could do it every night. But some of my friends just weren't in the mood. After working full time each day this week, I would come home and do absolutely nothing and be completely happy with it. So, in true blogging form, I'm going to make a list (i've never done this before) about why at the end of a full work day there is no desire to do anything else:
1. When you've been doing something all day long, doing nothing feels really good.
2. When you've been dealing with people all day long, pretending like nobody else exists feels really good.
3. When you've been sitting down all day, why get up?
4. When you've been caring about what you're boss thinks all day long, not worrying about what you say or do feels really good.
5. When you didn't get enough sleep the night before because you had to be at work at eight, going to bed early actually sounds good.
6. When you work on commission and you're not doing that well, not spending money feels really good.
7. When you've been thinking all day long, not having to think feels really good.
8. And finally, when you've been working all day, you can be lazy afterward without really being lazy (because you work full time of course).
Now these of course are not all of the reasons, but give me a break, I've only been working full time for a week. If this were to continue (and thank goodness it's not) then maybe at the end of next week I'd have some more. I wouldn't of course come up with any new reasons during the week because of number 7 above. If you all can think of any more reasons I'd love to hear about them.
Now, I wasn't going to mention this, and this should probably be a blog in its own right, but while I was completing the list above, the website did something and half of my list disappeared. Luckily, I was able to remember all of the items on it. But how am I expected to put down an interesting blog if this site deletes part of my imaginings?


3 Comments:
It is sad that some people don't have Saturday plans, but that leaves me in the same group I guess. Well until I came here and was thrown into being friends with people. Which isn't so bad because the people here are nice. And working all the time, I know how that feels.
poor little popstar, having to work for the summer? Let me take a minute to wipe the tear from my eye. I hate working and as a close friend of mine says, we'll call her the rage, "I was born to be rich". I think this summer of psuedoreality will be good for you. And now you will have funny anecdotes about co-workers and customers that you can tell your friends. Like how the creepy guy from work, Pehn, left me a voice mail today. I shiver just thinking about it.
I would never admit to anyone, close friend or not, that I was listening to Celine Dion. Ever. For any reason.
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