I wouldn't mind spending every second with this man from now and until my body withers into the ground.
Thursday, June 24, 2010
Squid vs Missing Her Favorite Person
I wouldn't mind spending every second with this man from now and until my body withers into the ground.
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
Squid vs Time
My problem and biggest stress is that time is too much apart of my life.
I have to be at work during certain times; I countdown until the next day arrives; I always try to guess what time it is before I actually look at the clock; I think about how long Seth & I have been together and how much longer until it'll be a year or two years or three or ten or 20 or 70. I wonder how long I'll live. I wonder how much more time my dad has. I think about how long I've been working at Village Inn & I look forward until the day it'll be a year so I can really get another job. I think about how a week ago, we just arrived at Bonnaroo and how I wish I could be there again instead of here. I keep staring at the clock, watching the time pass, until I have to start getting ready for work in 10 minutes. I think about how long it'll take me to drive to work. I wonder if Lori will be mad that I'm one or two minutes late. It's a rule to try and greet a table within 30 seconds. Get their drinks within two minutes. Their order in five. Food within 10. Get 'em full and out within 28 minutes ideally. Time to sleep. Time to wake up. Time to eat. Time to keep glancing at the clock.
I want a job that does not rely on specific times except your own. That'd be ideal. I think I'd be a little happier.
Time to try to rid myself of this gigantic stress. Time to take each moment by itself and not worry about the future. No use in thinking about the past nor the future.
TIME TO GO TO WORK!
I have to be at work during certain times; I countdown until the next day arrives; I always try to guess what time it is before I actually look at the clock; I think about how long Seth & I have been together and how much longer until it'll be a year or two years or three or ten or 20 or 70. I wonder how long I'll live. I wonder how much more time my dad has. I think about how long I've been working at Village Inn & I look forward until the day it'll be a year so I can really get another job. I think about how a week ago, we just arrived at Bonnaroo and how I wish I could be there again instead of here. I keep staring at the clock, watching the time pass, until I have to start getting ready for work in 10 minutes. I think about how long it'll take me to drive to work. I wonder if Lori will be mad that I'm one or two minutes late. It's a rule to try and greet a table within 30 seconds. Get their drinks within two minutes. Their order in five. Food within 10. Get 'em full and out within 28 minutes ideally. Time to sleep. Time to wake up. Time to eat. Time to keep glancing at the clock.
I want a job that does not rely on specific times except your own. That'd be ideal. I think I'd be a little happier.
Time to try to rid myself of this gigantic stress. Time to take each moment by itself and not worry about the future. No use in thinking about the past nor the future.
TIME TO GO TO WORK!
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
Squid vs the Mundane
I keep racking my brain on ways to achieve something great in my life. I'd prefer to achieve things now while I'm at my youngest. And it's not about money or riches. I just want to make some kind of impact. (Though it wouldn't hurt if I got paid for it.) I can't be content when I'm given some perspective on how tiny and invisible we all are in the universe. I'm already a microbe in the eye of the galaxy. My life is no longer than a blink of that galaxy's eye. I can never hope to be able to travel further into space than my 50 or 60 years remaining will allow.
I'm afraid that my constant awareness of my own mortality is responsible for the feeling of "so much to do, so little time to do it". Yet why don't I take advantage of every day? Why don't I spend my free time bettering myself and expanding my mind? I'll tell you why. I am lazy. I expect things to fall into my lap without me working towards anything. I look at some people that were practically born with certain talents - who don't have to spend money going to school to learn those skills. Then there are people who know other people and can easily squeeze a foot in the door.
All in all, I suppose I have to come to the realization that there are fortunate people in this world who don't have to work as hard as some. I am not one of those people. Whatever I decide to do, it'll take dedication, motivation, and probably a lot of energy drinks.
Being lazy will only be the death of me, and isn't that what I'm wanting to avoid after all?
I'm afraid that my constant awareness of my own mortality is responsible for the feeling of "so much to do, so little time to do it". Yet why don't I take advantage of every day? Why don't I spend my free time bettering myself and expanding my mind? I'll tell you why. I am lazy. I expect things to fall into my lap without me working towards anything. I look at some people that were practically born with certain talents - who don't have to spend money going to school to learn those skills. Then there are people who know other people and can easily squeeze a foot in the door.
All in all, I suppose I have to come to the realization that there are fortunate people in this world who don't have to work as hard as some. I am not one of those people. Whatever I decide to do, it'll take dedication, motivation, and probably a lot of energy drinks.
Being lazy will only be the death of me, and isn't that what I'm wanting to avoid after all?
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