I don't want to be too premature in my hasting judgement, but I don't think I can work a 9-to-5 job. I have zero time to do anything. Including commute time, I am up at an extraordinarily early hour and don't get home until after 6:00 p.m., usually later. This is not going to work out so well in my future life. There must be alternatives.
I have also come to the realization that I can't function correctly on my own. This epiphany came in the aisles of Wallyworld this evening as I realized I CANNOT FUNCTION CORRECTLY ON MY OWN. Over the past few months, I have been conditioned to be with other people at all times and I found myself thinking I need Kaleigh and Thea. Even though I was only in Wallyworld to pick up a few groceries and the last time I went to a grocery store with Kel and Thea they seemed to revert back to toddlers, I needed them. I hadn't a clue how to go about shopping by myself. I mean, I had to push a basket. I don't push baskets. There are germs and I inevitably get the basket with all manner of issues. I got a noisy basket tonight, and when I brought it back, I got one that was blessedly quiet, but the steering was a mess. It was veering all over the place and was practically impossible to manage one-handed. My other hand was busy because I was on the phone with Thea asking her what type of coffee to buy for my mom. I spent a solid 15 minutes in that aisles trying to locate the correct coffee.
Dear Mom,
Don't send me to buy coffee.
Arielle
I wandered the aisles of Wallyworld for an hour looking for ingredients that I might somehow be able to use in a dish. I wanted to get out of there as soon as possible, but I have been non-stop since I got home on Saturday and am exhausted. My eyes will barely stay open as I type this, so this is good night.
Love,
Creole Belle
No comments:
Post a Comment