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February 17, 2013 at 4:08 am (This post was last modified: February 17, 2013 at 4:08 am by Kayenneh.)
Since I just woke up, I'm going to relate yesterday's happenings.
As usual, my phone makes horrible noises too early. Five more minutes. Ten more minutes. Eventually I gather what little strength I have and climb out of bed. I shuffle towards the bathroom, the door whines loudly when I open it, I should probably oil it. S is snoring quietly on the sofa and doesn't even stir. I sit down on the toilet and reach for my book, that rests on the washing machine. 'Fifty Shades of Grey'. Why on earth did I buy this book? It's horrendous and if it wasn't for my curiosity to see what the hype is about, I wouldn't be reading it.
I get up and wash my hands with my new soap that smells really good, somewhat masculine. My tired eyes stare back at me in the mirror and my hair looks like a nesting place for crows. Noting new here. A shower would both wake me up and improve my looks. but I have only half an hour to get ready before my bus leaves. I grab the brush and tug it trough my hair, I pick out a flamboyant pink hair band, tie my hair into a ponytail and push my bangs away with a black diadem with a bow. There, much better. My skin looks nice today with no major blemishes, so I decide not to put any make-up on. I hurry to the kitchen, take my depression medication with a gulp of water, throw whatever clothes I find on me and then I'm out of the door.
The bus ride to town is as uneventful as usual. I listen to morning radio via my phone. The music they play isn't that good, but at least it's better than what I got on my playlist. After the ride I head over to the only open kiosk, buy my lunch and then take the next bus to work. It's at times like these I wonder why I started to work in a pharmacy in the neighboring town, when there are so many more closer to home. But then one of my co-workers wave at me and we start talking and I remember, I have brilliant people that I work with.
There's a throng of people at my till, it's a really busy day. To make matters even more hectic, we have a group of guys, who sells body content measurements to anyone interested. The staff get the measurement for free, but I don't want to. Since my breakdown, I haven't been at the gym and I know I've gained weight, especially fat. No, I don't need it printed on paper, I know just how badly I'm doing physically. I make a mental note to start accustoming myself to the thought of going back to the gym soon.
Blip, blip, blip! The bar code reader is constantly in use. Even though the line is long and more people are walking towards the check out, I manage to smile and be friendly.
"Thank you, and have a nice weekend!", a customer says to me.
I blink a couple of times, before I remember my manners and wish him a good weekend back. This is odd, usually I get that line maybe twice a year, today three of my customers have said it. That's odd.
My hour at the till is finally over and I get to stretch my legs. There's a lot to do and I have only two hours left. I hurry to restock, clean up the shelves and point the customers to their products. But suddenly it's 15.00 and I can go home. The bus doesn't leave before 15.35, so I go to my favorite nut/snack shop and to my delight I see that they have licorice dipped in yogurt dipped in salmiak powder. Delicious! I buy a large bag and a lemon-y infusion.
Once I'm home I call my friend. We're supposed to get tickets to Tomorrowland. We're both hyped up, after all, we've been waiting for this for some months now. At first it's enthralling, but after the minutes pass away, we realize how unlikely it is that we are going to get two tickets. Two hours later, all the tickets are sold and I didn't get any. I'm mortified.
When I was young, there was a god with infinite power protecting me. Is there anyone else who felt that way? And was sure about it? but the first time I fell in love, I was thrown down - or maybe I broke free - and I bade farewell to God and became human. Now I don't have God's protection, and I walk on the ground without wings, but I don't regret this hardship. I want to live as a person. -Arina Tanemura
