It’s me. This is just a short one to keep you updated on my shambles of a day.
I went to work this morning bright and early and was instantaneously whizzed off my feet by non-stop phone calls, park rangers and new duty managers.
All this week I have pretty much been in the museum, a lovely Tudor house filled with intricate mazes and blocked off passageways. I intend to write a short story about it. Anyway, my day didn’t drag as much but it was a thousand times more stressful- putting it lightly.
I think I handled it pretty well, after the billionth call in regards to Andy’s Dino Day was returned and my heart rate had gradually returned to normal.
However, I did have a lot of trouble with a pricing gun at one stage and ended up with my little finger caught in the damn thing and with my face, hands and arms covered in ink. And at the end of it all I couldn’t even get it to work…
When you’re a student you’re in this weird in-between stage of not being a child or teen anymore but also not being mature enough to consider yourself an adult.
I am nineteen years old and have no idea how to refill a pricing gun and still get puzzled when I get addressed as “Miss” or the “Nice lady.” I find myself looking around in shock, half expecting one of my supervisors to have been standing behind me the entire time.
Anyway, at the end of the day I was late getting out and after being a bit too eager on my bike made it barely a meter before flying off and landing on the gravel with a dull thud.
A man and his son came to help me and after seeing my bleeding hands and broken bike (the chain had fallen off and the breaks had broken) the man helped me put it all back together and asked me if I needed a hug.
And not in a creepy way. In a fatherly way, if that makes sense.
It was strange.
Yes, the fall fucked my knee up pretty bad (it’s still hurting even as I type this) but it was more the feeling of not wanting to be older.
I wanted to cry and have my parents patch me up, I didn’t like having responsibilities all of a sudden. Just for a moment, I wanted to forego all the debt and bills and shifts and insurance.
I wanted summer to be what it used to be.
Childhood summers were never ending. I could read Mates, Dates and Inflatable Bras to my hearts content. Or make garishly pink and poorly constructed cupcakes in the kitchen (making a mess which me and my friends would later regret when my mother walked through the door). I loved those times.
Now there was never enough time to get the infinite number of things done. Juggling everything at once; earning a wage, saving money, university reading lists, normal reading lists, writing, blogging, short stories, networking, socialising and much much more.
Work has been good for trying to get writing stints. The key is to just keep chatting to everybody. Like I said in my previous post a lot of people turned out to be writers and I hope that I’ll get the chance to interview them and learn more about what they do.
Anyway, I am now lying here, very bruised and cut up from falling earlier whilst my lovely boyfriend makes me instant noodles.
Last night I fell asleep very early and he took my makeup off for me and put me to bed. He really is a good egg.*
*FYI that’s the best egg you can be.
Speak soon tomorrow,
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