I woke this morning to the sound of a delivery trucks radio blaring, I look at the time and my alarm didn’t activate, it was only 10 minutes later... I rolled over and pulled the blankets closer, I could hear tire's of cars passing by through the rain. I will myself to throw the covers back and start preparing myself for the day ahead.
I stumble into the bathroom, curse the red wine content from the night prior and question when half a bottle of red wine had affect the following day, snicker to myself ‘many other people would consider half a bottle of wine to be a lot’. I stood under the too hot water starring blankly at the tiles, the water cascading down the tiles – the water felt so prefect caressing my skin.
I wrapped a towel around me and sat on the ledge of the bath, I really don’t have it in me today… I could almost hear the time ticking away. My first meeting at 7.30am, I thought to myself ‘he better be cute’*. I staggered back into my room and opened my wardrobe, a closet full of clothes and nothing to wear… I pull out plain black skirt, plain black knit pull it on and realize I can’t get away with this outfit without ironing, I look for something that doesn’t require any effort. No alternatives.
Why is getting dressed such a chore? I had my skirt on, jumper and still a bit chilled I think of stockings, can’t be bothered putting them on, I’m between leg wax’s so I pick up my novelty socks and pull on my knee high boots – no one will get close enough to me to see my slightly exposed knee hair… I then think how disappointing that is, no one to race to the beautician for. I strategically place my fluffy scarf around my neck covering the V-line my jumper leaves, I make my porridge and eat quickly as I cover up my face with colours of steely blues, no lip stick today just a thin slice of gloss… I pick up my coat from the other wardrobe and I can’t find my umbrella. I run to the car in my 4” heeled boots grab my umbrella from the back seat and wander down to the bus stop.
My leather gloves aren’t protecting me from the cold, my knees feel the cold breeze, I wish I could stay under a blanket and watch DVD’s all day. I’m in the city, it feels bare… I feel like the only person walking from the train, I have my umbrella up but today I don’t care if I get wet right through. I walk past the street vendor with apples I always think of purchasing but never do. The next traffic lights I realize I didn’t even brush my hair this morning.
A strong skim flat white ordered, an introduction to the building, I’ve locked a tenant out of their office** and now stare aimlessly out the window at the bobbing umbrellas over the walk-bridge… It’s not even 9.30am.
*He was cute, not a flutter
** First eviction in a 9 year real estate career
I stumble into the bathroom, curse the red wine content from the night prior and question when half a bottle of red wine had affect the following day, snicker to myself ‘many other people would consider half a bottle of wine to be a lot’. I stood under the too hot water starring blankly at the tiles, the water cascading down the tiles – the water felt so prefect caressing my skin.
I wrapped a towel around me and sat on the ledge of the bath, I really don’t have it in me today… I could almost hear the time ticking away. My first meeting at 7.30am, I thought to myself ‘he better be cute’*. I staggered back into my room and opened my wardrobe, a closet full of clothes and nothing to wear… I pull out plain black skirt, plain black knit pull it on and realize I can’t get away with this outfit without ironing, I look for something that doesn’t require any effort. No alternatives.
Why is getting dressed such a chore? I had my skirt on, jumper and still a bit chilled I think of stockings, can’t be bothered putting them on, I’m between leg wax’s so I pick up my novelty socks and pull on my knee high boots – no one will get close enough to me to see my slightly exposed knee hair… I then think how disappointing that is, no one to race to the beautician for. I strategically place my fluffy scarf around my neck covering the V-line my jumper leaves, I make my porridge and eat quickly as I cover up my face with colours of steely blues, no lip stick today just a thin slice of gloss… I pick up my coat from the other wardrobe and I can’t find my umbrella. I run to the car in my 4” heeled boots grab my umbrella from the back seat and wander down to the bus stop.
My leather gloves aren’t protecting me from the cold, my knees feel the cold breeze, I wish I could stay under a blanket and watch DVD’s all day. I’m in the city, it feels bare… I feel like the only person walking from the train, I have my umbrella up but today I don’t care if I get wet right through. I walk past the street vendor with apples I always think of purchasing but never do. The next traffic lights I realize I didn’t even brush my hair this morning.
A strong skim flat white ordered, an introduction to the building, I’ve locked a tenant out of their office** and now stare aimlessly out the window at the bobbing umbrellas over the walk-bridge… It’s not even 9.30am.
*He was cute, not a flutter
** First eviction in a 9 year real estate career
1 comments:
You didn't brush your hair ?!!!
OMG, the shame.
Since I am on holidays, the long lay in is just par for the course ~grin~
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