My first full week of work is over! From the way that I'm acting, you'd think I'd never worked a 40 hour work week in my life. Which of course is not the case for me but the last two years have coddled me severely with the bliss that is part time work and internships and the last two months of unemployment have left me believing it's perfectly fine to stay until 2am every morning and wake up fresh as a daisy, at 10am.
My new job requires I wake up at 5:30 in the morning. It is an ungodly but manageable hour to work with. I get up this early to fix my hair, makeup, and dress for the day. If there is still time, I'll eat breakfast but not often. At 6:30, I leave and walk up to the bus stop with my iPod and I sharing the morning together.
I've said it once and I'll say it again: I'm going to try to never buy a car in my lifetime. It's an expense I do not want to tack on my list and since day one, I've literally shown zero interest in driving. I like walking and seeing the world around me. I also enjoy public transportation. In LA, it's a lost art. Everyone sits in their cube with wheels and that becomes their world. Cuts you off from communicating with others in so many ways.
Work is fine. I write courtesy descriptions for companies about the products in a very specific fashion that steers clear of using names or phone numbers. You would think doing this would be quick and simple, but it eats away at time. You stay busy, but it does require some interest in this line of work. If you don't like copywriting, you will walk out after a day (according to stories from everyone I work with).
There are some issues I'm taking with this job though. Mostly they fall in the holiday day-off policy. Because the owners are Jewish, we don't get very many days off. I don't even get Christmas Eve off! Which means I'll be spending Christmas in my apartment this winter...not terrible, but not exactly what I had in mind. Then the other issues are just expectations I've had that weren't fulfilled like the lack of artwork on the walls and silly things like that. This is an entry-level position though. It's not like I'll be doing it for years. Takes small steps to climb up the ladder to my ultimate goal: high rise building with a large office filled with tons of windows, ornamental decor on the walls and a nonstop great playlist of music rolling throughout the day.
I get off from work at 5pm and generally arrive home at 6:30pm. Dead tired. And I sit at a desk all day! I believe my crappy sleeping habits are highly to blame for this because there is no other culprit. So I've begun taking steps to prevent this. I try, try, try to be asleep by 11pm at the latest. I failed at this twice in the last week, once from blogging too late and the other time because Project Runway's new season started and I was incredibly unaware of this fact but alerted to it within 15 minutes of the show starting.
Tonight is my typical Sunday night with True Blood and Mad Men back to back. So 11pm it is for me again! Just trying to stay consistent with my sleep patterns while still you know, living :)
Sorry for the blahness of this post. I'm becoming an old person who needs to get 8 hours of sleep. It sucks. If I start sleeping with my hair in rollers and complaining about the noise downstairs, um, I might need an intervention or something.
Love to you all,
Heather
