Productive Thursday

12 Apr

Thursdays of my summer (or any day actually) is tantamount to staying up until the wee hours of the morning or until the sunshine reluctantly creeping through the window, then the obvious effort of forcing myself to sleep, regretting it all when I wake up in the middle of the afternoon, shrug it off and let out my inner pig to wolf down any food in sight, go back to bed and chips in one hand, dip on the other, watch my awesome TV shows (for references, see The Vampire Diaries, How I Met Your Mother, The Big Bang Theory, The Good Wife) and do the cycle over again. On some special days though, I get to wake up early, hoooooooraaaaay!, and help out in our store to perform my civic duty as an heiress.*

But this Thursday, April 12, 2012, today, is a very different story. I started my day (on my book, that’s about 2pm) enrolling myself for my management practice for the summer (albeit a few days late), attending the orientation, successfully opposing the implementation of uniforms, applying successfully for the internship and working out the details for the next 200 hours that I would be spending my life in that organization.

And guess what? I’ll be starting my job on Monday, at, as the manager puts it, before 8:00 am.

8:00 am.

I, the nocturnal of all nocturnals, will have to wake up at 6:00 am** on weekdays, and reunite with my oh-so-loving bed at no earlier than 6:00 pm. for at least a month. And if that’s not enough yet, I get to work on Saturdays too! And Sundays, in our store. So yes, time for celebration indeed.

I know I sound like a whiny ingrate right about now, but don’t get me wrong, I am really grateful that I am given the incredible opportunity to be able to experience working without the tremendous pressure. It’s like being told that I can ride the bicycle for the first time but, with the safety wheels on. It’s just that a part of me still cannot grasp the entirety of the idea that I am indeed, despite my adamant objections, growing up. I am at the last year of my teenage years, still reluctant to put my foot out the door, afraid of getting things wrong.

But as a happy-go-lucky nineteen-year-old, I learned that we cannot always act as we did when we were in high school. No, we all have to keep moving forward, discover new things and take risks, no matter how scared we are.

So all in all, it was an amazingly productive day. A lot of things accomplished, a new blog post (Yippeee!), and as cliché as this may sound, a deeper understanding of life. Under the light of the recent circumstances, I hereby declare that this day be known to this kingdom*** as Productive Thursday.

xoxo,
D.

*This sentence, if you still haven’t figured out yet, is full of sarcasm. Yes, I am Captain Obvious.
**As any girl would know, it takes forever to get ready in the morning. Hair, make-up, and outfit. Need I say more?
***This blog is my intellectual property therefore, this is a kingdom wherein I am known as its ruler, as imaginary it may be. 🙂

Disclaimer: This post is not intended to berate, malign, or defame the corporate world. It is merely the innocent sentiments of a girl, still unwilling to face the fact that she is at a crossroad in her life wherein she has to slowly let go of her rose-colored glasses to grow up and start putting up roots in the real world.

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