Today’s Timeline:
0500-0510: Snooze (actually, to about 0507, when I got too anxious to stay in bed any longer); 0510-0520: Shower, Shave, Brush Teeth; 0520-0535: apply various anti-aging, anti-everything lotions and potions; 0525-0535: make lunch for the day, make coffee, cut grapefruit, unload dishwasher, tidy kitchen; 0600-0610, wake Sprout, put him in front of Chuggington (don’t judge me) to slowly emerge from coma, make “hot coffee” (Ovaltine) and try to convince him to eat a granola bar (no luck); 0615-0625: tidy upstairs, make my bed, put dirty clothes in clothes hamper, make Sprout’s bed, pick up his room, attempt to do something with my hair, give up, pick out two complete outfits for Sprout; 0640 “This shirt, or this shirt? These undies or these undies? These pants or these pants?”; spend 5 minutes convincing Sprout to peepee on the potty, spend 5 more minutes reading to him while he tries to peepee on the potty; 0655: race out door (late) carrying bag, change of clothes, lunch, Sprout and jacket Sprout refused to wear. Wrestle into car seat; 0707-0717: assist owner of school with dead or dying rat/gerbil; 0717-0736: drive to work (most relaxing part of day.); arrive at work late; 0736-0845: combat overwhelming email tsunami (System Administrator Alert: you have too many emails, you won’t get any more until you delete all of them. Also, we will keep sending you this alert to clog up your inbox further, m’kay?); 0845-0903: time bandit; 0903-0915: change over; 0915 client.
All before most people get to work.
Project request: pay attention to how you spend your time this week. I am DYING to know how a “typical” day in your life goes. How are we supposed to achieve contentment, enlightenment or inner-peace while desperately trying not to fly off the back of a treadmill set at 11?
People with kids, people without kids. People who work outside of the home, and those who work within. How do you spend your day? Email me your results (please please please please please!) at chanellea@gmail.com (or, just leave it in the comments.)
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ReplyDelete5:00. alarm goes off, get gym clothes on, brush teeth
ReplyDelete5:20. Drive downtown to gym
5:45-7:00 lift/run
7:00 - 7:30 shower/change/drive to office
7:30-1830. Saltmine. Lunch at desk. Leave
19:00 walk in door. Greeted with indifference.
1900-2030 quality time with kids. Dinner usually alone. Put kids to bed to read
2030-2230 qt with wife.
Average day of Marine Pilot-ooh(as said in Japan):
ReplyDelete0445: Wake up; Snooze option appears on iPhone
0446: Wish I considered another profession
0449: Actually wake up because I hate the iPhone ringer that I refuse to change.
0450-0500: brush teeth (yes, I'm still somewhat NOT awake, so it take THAT long)
0500-0520: Talk to husband who is stationed in the states while I'm pathetically stationed in Japan, incredibly sexually frustrated and hating the USMC for 3 years of sexual anxiety.
0530: depart on my handy-dandy mountain bike for the 5 miles trek to my squadron.
0600: arrive, somewhat sweating (but not much, us women only sweat, like, NEVER...or glisten)
0600-0615: prepare to look mundanely human in the locker room preparing for the remainder 14hr day...somehow I believe that there is not enough Chanel Allure to cover up my musty stank from the bike ride, but alas, I still ensure there's at least 5 squirts worth of $80 perfume drenching my body and flight suit.
0615-2200: flights, Duty Officer, planning future detachments of the squadron--> you name it, it will be done.
After work: i return home, sans uniform, still musty, if not more, download the current episode of Cougar Town...LOVE IT!...and disappointed that said show has not had a new episode in 3 weeks(bummer), call husband stateside who is 15 hrs behind me....and he wakes up at 3am just to talk to his "bride". I'm tired, he's tired, but we consider this moment on Skype a rare luxury...actually SEEING eachother during normal "conscience" hours is a rarity.
2200: I'm pooped. But looking forward to flying again. Just wish there was later hours...I hate waking up early.
I also contemplate whether I'll have time during lunch to workout, maybe do some CrossFit or TRX or this "Warrior Training".
If I get to spend some time with the lady friends, we talk about kids and husbands and life. I have no kids and everytime my friend's cute little munckin arrives with the loud, profound screams of infant-subconscience dialect, I'm happy I have no kiddaroos to make my already heinous migraines more profound.
I'm a Atheist, a lover of politics, a woman who does not want children, and I'm hated by most Christians and anyone else who delves into the depths of religious retardation and considers "non-believers" a sin against "the man". I have nothing against them, but they freely hate me because I cannot subdue my intellect to believe in a superior being. That's just me, something uuber religious fanatics cannot understand. I usually keep quiet about it, but I find the numbing theological rhetoric of my surroundings unbearable. Having read the Bible, the Tora, the Koran and the Book of Morman, I don't believe Scripture said anything about the allowances of outright bigotry. In fact, I'm positive all books went against such ignorance.
But then, that is my life. And these are the people I have to deal with. I have a pretty good relationship with the wives of my fellow pilots. After a few encounters and realizing what close-minded women they were, they finally allowed me into their "circle". But I still wonder "When did being a working woman in a non-traditional job automatically make you a whore"?I thank my lucky stars this is not my case, but I see it all the time and it gets tiresome correcting the wives of the reputation of another female in the squadron.
Then I go to bed....
You are breaking your crewday.
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