'Choose a job you love, and you will never have to work a day in your life.' -Confucius
Oh Sunday Sunday Sunday, the day of complete and utter rest. However, it feels quite strange to not have anything to do today (I say whilst sitting in bed at 3pm) I had the chance to work today, but I opted out of course as I promised myself a date with Carrie Bradshaw, the kettle and the bed. I finished work at 7pm last night, armed with another top I purchased from the store (20% discount) and rather sore feet as I decided to wear those damn gladiator sandals again. The handsome boyfriend also finished at the same time, so I found him patiently waiting for me outside of NEXT, smiling and looking adorable as usual. We drove back to his place in the rain, whilst ranting on about our retail jobs and looking forward to devouring a Dominio's pizza (that his parents had kindly purchased) I feel like a different person at his house over the past couple of weeks, more like myself infact. Unemployment turned me into a mouse. I felt as if I didn't have anything to talk about, so I would simply sit in the corner quietly and occasionally nod along. It just feels nice to have something to share, even if it is about how many hours I'll be working this week...
A contestant from 'Deal or no deal' came into the store yesterday afternoon. I found this information out as she wouldn't stop talking about how she won 17 thoooooouuuuusand pounds on the show in December 2008. She was a lovely woman, but my gosh she was a chatterbox and began informing us all that she was off on her third holiday of the year *sighs*. I might actually apply to appear on the show, as imagine if I actually won 250 THOUSAND?? Of course there is a chance I would go home with just a penny, but it's all about luck I suppose! I began thinking about money just after she left the store. Hmmm, to a certain extent it does bring you happiness. Especially if the money is given to you, and with it you fly off to Australia for 2 weeks without a care in the world. However, too much of something is bad for you. Imagine being a millionaire, knowing you could have anything you wanted. What would happen to your aspirations? Most people work hard to travel the world, to afford to live in a beautiful home etc. As much as I would love to have money, I think too much would become rather boring, as the excitement would disappear. I love the feeling of walking into a shop and buying a new outfit for 50 pound with my wages. I like daydreaming about certain things, knowing that I'll have to wait a week to purchase that beautiful dress in the window of Topshop! Hmmm it makes me appreciate those little things in life alot more...
I'm glad that I don't spend my time pottering around the house, feeling sorry for myself anymore. I completely wasted 6 months of my life being depressed. However, I learnt quite a few things about myself. I'm the kind of person who has to be busy. I have to keep my mind occupied 24/7, to avoid insanity. I keep my feelings inside far too much, when really I should have the courage to speak out a little more. This is a reason why I get frustrated with myself, because there are so many things I want to say, but always keep quiet. I like to have control, but I've realised that in a relationship it has to be equal. I dislike silence, as is makes me feel on edge. I like routine, as not having one makes me feel incapable. And last of all, I don't like being alone...
I'm actually looking forward to working over the next 6 days. I like falling asleep, knowing I have to wake up in the morning to be somewhere. I like to feel as if I'm doing something with my life, rather than sitting in the corner, watching it pass me by...
Oh life...
