At some point I’ll figure out a way to both consistently blog AND take pictures AND post said pictures on said blog. But for now it’s just words! Words, glorious words! It’s like when I started reading chapter books only not nearly as cool.
Wake Up: 4:30 a.m.
I started waking up at 4:30 a.m. when I was 23 and living in Seattle. I wanted to be a writer but I also had to make money for going out to classy establishments where they sold $0.25 beers until the first person went to the bathroom. I usually had to be to work by 8:30, so a 4:30 wake up allowed me a few hours to write uninterrupted. I listened to the same Chet Baker CD and drank a homemade vanilla latte out of gigantic latte mugs every day for almost four years. The 4:30 a.m. wake up time stuck but somehow jazz and lattes fell off the radar. (Clearly this must be remedied.)
Catch the Express Bus: 7:20 a.m. (ish)
It has taken me YEARS to hone my commute. I have two favorite buses. Don’t get me started on the crap shoot if I miss either one or if someone DARES to take my favorite parking spot.
Arrive at the Office: 8:00 a.m.
I work in a downtown office building which I’m pretty sure I used to dream about when I was 11 and reading books about New York City. My 11 year old self probably thought it was a bit more glamorous than sitting in a cubicle and staring at a computer screen each day. But, I will tell you the 23 year old who HATED her job and just wanted to be left alone so she could write all day got her wish.
Coffee Run: 8:30 a.m.
Run downstairs with a couple of the guys from the office so we can stand in line and order expensive lattes. We pay, then go stand in another line to wait for our expensive lattes. Then we walk to the elevators and wait some more while sipping expensive lattes. In between all the latte-ing we’re looking for cute people of the opposite sex who we will never talk directly to, yet know their name and how they like their coffee. (I’m looking at you Lee/Venti Iced Coffee.)
Conference Calls, Meetings, Pick the Proper Emoticon to Express How You’re Feeling Over IM: 8:45 a.m. – 11:30 a.m.
Um. That about sums it up.
Lunch with the work dudes. This group has morphed over the six years we’ve worked together but usually involves at least three people and sometimes up to ten. I’m usually the only girl, so clearly I spend a lot of time telling everyone how wrong they are. About everything. Lately the lunch of choice has been a salad from Trader Joe’s, yogurt and an apple. Chipotle and food carts are also in heavy rotation.
Sugar/coffee/socialize with people in the lobby who are doing the same. I think this might be the modern day equivalent of the proverbial “water cooler” because no one talks about anything at our actual water cooler except for how sucky the microwave is.
Catch zee bus. Crack open a book (currently Pride & Prejudice on my iPad). Try not to engage when a drunk guy steps on my foot, bumps into my lunch bag and then asks if I’m trying to steal his wallet.
Home sweet home! Change clothes. Take the dog for a long walk where, because she doesn’t get tired enough, we play fetch for 10 minutes. Talk to the neighbors and their dogs who are also out for evening walks.
Dinner. Usually involves something with melted cheese. Clean up (ish) around the house. Or decide to do it over the weekend when I’ll curse myself for not doing a little bit each night during the week.
7 p.m. – 8:00 p.m.
Quality couch time. Magazine, blogs or Netflix. (Currently watching Season 2 of Homeland.)
8:00 p.m. – 9:00 p.m.
Loooong soak in a hot hot hot bath. Cute pajamas and an actual book (trying to cut screen time out an hour before bed). Currently reading Friday Night Knitting Club.
Lights out because despite being kind of an adult, I have an 8 year old’s bed time. It’s glorious.