sidenote what a catchy title.
Okay moving on. Obviously this is about work. I work at a perfume store in the mall and I absolutely love it. The management is super understanding with my schedule of not being home for most of the school year and they are always willing to work around the whims of their employees.
The one thing that I'm starting to not be so crazy about however is the nature of the job. At the beginning of this summer, my close friend (and possibly the only reader of this blog :] -- hi joanna) told me that she oved her internship because it gave her regular hours with a regular schedule and she was able to plan her life around that on a weekly basis. Joanna has always been in my eyes an extremely organized person. She creates schedules and timetables and actually sticks to them. It's always been a quality that I have admired in her. When she told me that she was excited about her predictable work schedule, I wasn't shocked at the fact that she liked the consistency, but I wasn't convinced that the regularity of a work schedule was made for everyone either.
I thought that I would love getting a new schedule every 2 weeks because it would give me the chance to play around with everything else I had to do and basically keep me from falling into monotony. However now, I really wish that I knew exactly what my schedule would look like. Although I do enjoy getting to spend time at the mall both during the day when I can chat with the security guards and other employees and at night where I can really focus on my interactions with customers, I honestly would trade that just to pick up a shift where I work for a set time, a set number of days a week, for a set number of weeks out of the summer.
It's overwhelming, especially the last few days of a quarter, to have absolutely no idea what the next two weeks will look like. It makes it difficult for me to plan big events with friends in advance because anything I commit to is subject to drastic change, and it makes studying for summer school finals ridiculous because no matter how much planning I subject myself to, even one day switching from a 3 hour afternoon shift to a 6 hour morning shift makes me feel like I'm sinking.
I'm actually ready to go back to school and my predictable dining hall job with predictable classes where I can just focus on getting into a good routine with good habits. A monotonous schedule might seem boring on the surface, but it definitely helps you accomplish a lot more and leaves you feeling better at the end of it.
Love,
Ranjini
Tuesday, July 31, 2012
Monday, July 30, 2012
A Post A Day Keeps the Lazy Away!
It's my new thought. If I try to keep up with a post a day (because I'm feeling ambitious at this moment..it'll probably die down to a post every other day which is still more than I have been doing) then maybe I'll make it a point to do more itneresting things so I'll actually have something to write about. If not, at least I'll have a record of my average life!
So here's to it.
This morning I woke up and went to the testing center to take the last tests for my summer classes. Then I came home and worked on some labs for these classes. Then my friend tagged along and we made a glorious journey to the main office of the college to turn in those labs. Not that exciting, but I got some driving in and I listened to Sweet Home Alabama (All Summer Long) by Kid Rock about 150 times.
Tomorrow I start up work again. I have been working but tomorrow I start my schedule that is not watered down due to these final exams and such. I'm a little nervous that I'll start going back to how I used to be before I started bringing a textbook to work with me and just ridiculously bored, but it'll also be nice to just relax for once and people watch.
Today I also realized how much I hate/love texting. I love that shooting someone a text can be a simple yet thoughtful (by 21st century standards) way to let them know you're thinking about them. It's also great for planning small events that don't require a full phone call. Personally, I am a huge fan of extensive conversations over text, but I forget that not everyone feels that way. Today, it has been exceedingly hard for me to deal with this and I find myself extremely offended when people send me succinct replies to my lengthy conversation starters. Someone also told me that this tendency that I have to start conversations with people over text is annoying. I can see how it can be seen easily as annoying because I'm very often more persistent than I should be in keeping a conversation going, but I was also hurt at the fact that instead of just politely informing me that they no longer wanted me to text them to have conversations, that I was annoying them.
Other than that, I think tomorrow at work I'm going to try to think of the decorations I want for my dorm room next year. Last year I didn't think about this at all and ended up just kind of throwing together a bunch of junk to put on the walls after some random weekend I went home. I'm not a huge crafter, but I plan on writing out and decorating a few quotes that get me going and are quirky as well as printing out a bunch of pictures to hang up. But who knows, maybe I'll go all Martha Stewart on this bitch.
Let's see how long I actually keep up this consistent posting thing,
Much Love,
Ranjini
So here's to it.
This morning I woke up and went to the testing center to take the last tests for my summer classes. Then I came home and worked on some labs for these classes. Then my friend tagged along and we made a glorious journey to the main office of the college to turn in those labs. Not that exciting, but I got some driving in and I listened to Sweet Home Alabama (All Summer Long) by Kid Rock about 150 times.
Tomorrow I start up work again. I have been working but tomorrow I start my schedule that is not watered down due to these final exams and such. I'm a little nervous that I'll start going back to how I used to be before I started bringing a textbook to work with me and just ridiculously bored, but it'll also be nice to just relax for once and people watch.
Today I also realized how much I hate/love texting. I love that shooting someone a text can be a simple yet thoughtful (by 21st century standards) way to let them know you're thinking about them. It's also great for planning small events that don't require a full phone call. Personally, I am a huge fan of extensive conversations over text, but I forget that not everyone feels that way. Today, it has been exceedingly hard for me to deal with this and I find myself extremely offended when people send me succinct replies to my lengthy conversation starters. Someone also told me that this tendency that I have to start conversations with people over text is annoying. I can see how it can be seen easily as annoying because I'm very often more persistent than I should be in keeping a conversation going, but I was also hurt at the fact that instead of just politely informing me that they no longer wanted me to text them to have conversations, that I was annoying them.
Other than that, I think tomorrow at work I'm going to try to think of the decorations I want for my dorm room next year. Last year I didn't think about this at all and ended up just kind of throwing together a bunch of junk to put on the walls after some random weekend I went home. I'm not a huge crafter, but I plan on writing out and decorating a few quotes that get me going and are quirky as well as printing out a bunch of pictures to hang up. But who knows, maybe I'll go all Martha Stewart on this bitch.
Let's see how long I actually keep up this consistent posting thing,
Much Love,
Ranjini
Saturday, July 28, 2012
Butterflies!
This week I've been focusing on my summer classes finishing up. Summer seems like it absolutely flew by but when I think about the things I did at the beginning of summer, they seem *so* far away. Even further behind that is the memory of my first few weeks of freshman year.
Every now and then, I have this vivid flashback of walking down Chalmers around 7 PM with my roommates and their dates in tow. The sun is shining and my skin feels warm. The sunshine literally feels like its touching my bones. The frat houses are blasting summery music and there are cute guys lounging around the front lawns in tank tops and douchey sunglasses. This scene cuts to a nighttime scene when we are walking around the same area. The sun is gone, but there is still just the right amount of warmth lingering in the air. We walk from frat house to frat house, timidly trying to experience some serious partying. And in my head it's a lot of fun. We danced and ran into people we thought we'd never see again and made fun of people getting too drunk and then went home to our cozy suite.
That's a nice memory to have and it gives me butterflies thinking that soon I'll get to do it all over again.
Except that it never actually happened...sooo...
In Champaign it's as hot as Chicago and most nights around 7 PM still feel humid and hot as hell. Seeing frat boys chilling outside their houses never makes me feel flirtatious and confident; it makes me self conscious and judged. The weather is nice on some nights, but it also gets chilly like any other place. Also it's strange how in this fantasy we never run into other groups of drunk people who inevitably make rude and lewd comments to any passersby groups. The actual parties that we went to sucked. Especially during welcome week, everyone in our group was too scared to actually try any alcohol, and when you find yourself trying to enjoy drunk, sweaty people crammed into a dirty living room with an unexplicably sticky floor, a drink can be your best friend.
Needless to say, I didn't really have a hands down awesome time partying it up at frat houses. I don't even think I went to more than maybe 3 parties. I have more cherished memories of doing things like crying at Titanic in 3D with my friends, playing road games while driving to mock trial competitions and even just random weeknights spent studying at the Ike.
But this one memory of this one night at a frat party keeps popping into my head and making me really excited to go back to Champaign...maybe I'm clairvoyant!
Love,
Ranjini
Every now and then, I have this vivid flashback of walking down Chalmers around 7 PM with my roommates and their dates in tow. The sun is shining and my skin feels warm. The sunshine literally feels like its touching my bones. The frat houses are blasting summery music and there are cute guys lounging around the front lawns in tank tops and douchey sunglasses. This scene cuts to a nighttime scene when we are walking around the same area. The sun is gone, but there is still just the right amount of warmth lingering in the air. We walk from frat house to frat house, timidly trying to experience some serious partying. And in my head it's a lot of fun. We danced and ran into people we thought we'd never see again and made fun of people getting too drunk and then went home to our cozy suite.
That's a nice memory to have and it gives me butterflies thinking that soon I'll get to do it all over again.
Except that it never actually happened...sooo...
In Champaign it's as hot as Chicago and most nights around 7 PM still feel humid and hot as hell. Seeing frat boys chilling outside their houses never makes me feel flirtatious and confident; it makes me self conscious and judged. The weather is nice on some nights, but it also gets chilly like any other place. Also it's strange how in this fantasy we never run into other groups of drunk people who inevitably make rude and lewd comments to any passersby groups. The actual parties that we went to sucked. Especially during welcome week, everyone in our group was too scared to actually try any alcohol, and when you find yourself trying to enjoy drunk, sweaty people crammed into a dirty living room with an unexplicably sticky floor, a drink can be your best friend.
Needless to say, I didn't really have a hands down awesome time partying it up at frat houses. I don't even think I went to more than maybe 3 parties. I have more cherished memories of doing things like crying at Titanic in 3D with my friends, playing road games while driving to mock trial competitions and even just random weeknights spent studying at the Ike.
But this one memory of this one night at a frat party keeps popping into my head and making me really excited to go back to Champaign...maybe I'm clairvoyant!
Love,
Ranjini
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