Hairy legs and all.
Being an adult , or as my friends and I call itÂ “Adulting”, is hard work!
We drink cups of coffee during the day to help us function with our daily tasks.
And at night, we drink wine. Glorious, beautiful wine.Â As a full grown woman with a love for all things beauty and a job working at a retail grocery store, I am finding more and more that I am resenting this world of being an adult. With the pressure on at work my ‘give a damn’ got busted. The last time my boss went on vacation seems to of been the final straw to this camels back.
I just thought it would have repaired itself by now:-/ It has not.
Over the last month or so I have gone from â€œI care about how I look while I am at workâ€ to the complete opposite side of, â€œI don’t give a flying fuck aboutÂ impressing anybody with a full face of makeupâ€ When my alarm goes off I hit snooze. Not once, not twice, but normally three to four times these days. I willÂ usuallyÂ set my alarm to go off an hour before I would have to be at work.Â Giving myselfÂ fifteen minutes to get to there, should give me forty-five minutes to get my butt in gear and still be able to make it to work on time.
This seems toÂ no longer be the case.
Nope. In the past few weeks I haveÂ found myself hitting the snooze buttonÂ up to five times.Â It is the mornings I just do not want to play in the adult world that keep me hitting that wonderful evil red button.
Â On betterÂ morningsÂ I will only hit the snooze once orÂ twice. The average work morning I will just lay in bed looking at all the vital information for the day. Facebook and “On this day ” are a must for my morning routine. And so I stay in bed enjoying the warmth a bit longer.
It didn’t use to be that way! I swear it. My alarm would go off and though I moaned, hating my existence in this blasted adult world I would pull one leg out from my blanket and muster up the courage to put both feetÂ on the ground. Needing only a minimal amount of effort to pull the rest of my body out of bed.
Rubbing my eyes I would walk into my kitchen and turn on my Keurig. In a sleepy fog waiting for that blue light to turn on so I could brew my cup of morning coffee. Ready to face the day as a functioning adult. Cup of coffee in hand I would do my makeup. Not the whole works or anything, just eye shadow, mascara and some blush. I looked like I gave a fuck! And I did give one, or (maybe) even two of ’em.
Retail has its moments. Especially when you are the assistant manager AND the sole cake decorator.
When my boss leaves for a vacation and I find myself working 12 hour days straight it quickly burns you out on both ends. It killed my higherÂ level of caring and wanting to go above and beyond the way I once did.
That sameÂ level of caring I once had has not returned.
Though now I do shave my legs!