I am supposed to be writing here every day but I can't seem to find the motivation to do so. But after a couple weeks of compiling my thoughts and ideas I have come to a realization. It has nothing to do with anything I would normally write about for the exact reason why I can't write a new blog every day. I can't just put what I do every day on here, for the sheer reason that I do the same thing every day. Literally after a week you would get a very detailed look at my life and what it entails every day. Just so you know this is what I do day in and day out.
- Monday- I get up at approximately 5:45 AM and get ready for work. As I do so I check my phone for any text messages I may have accumulated over the few hours of sleep I may have gotten the night before. Then I sit and wait for my father to get ready and finish up things around the house before we leave at 6:10 or so. Then I enter the car and endure the painfully silent 15 minute car ride usually in which absolutely nothing is said to my dad. When we arrive at my place of occupation I then exit the car and say goodbye to my father which is the most we talk during the day. After that I wait outside the building for one of the other guys I work with to get there to unlock the door. As I wait I would usually smoke a cigarette but in the past 2 weeks since quitting this has made the waiting time even more boring. After one of my co-workers ,which is usually Dick, gets there and unlocks the door I go and sit in the punch in room ,clock in and sit there for about a half hour. During that half hour I usually check my Facebook and Myspace accounts on my phone which is about the most variety I get in my day. When 7:00 AM hits I walk out into the shop and try and get an idea what I will be doing that day even though I usually have a good idea what I will be doing. 1 of 3 terribly boring tasks await me, making cardboard boxes, gluing or stitching cardboard boxes together, or other general shop work. After 2 and a half hours of this I take my first smoke break of the day in which instead of smoking I again check my Facebook and Myspace. Then at approximately 9:40 I go back to work either continuing the first task I was assigned that day or one of the other 2 options I have. The day continues on at a aggravatingly slow pace until 12:00 sharp in which I take my lunch break. While on said break I do not eat lunch for the only reason that after 4 months of eating peanut butter sandwiches ,only because that is the only vegetarian option that is readily available in my household, I got sick of them. So I make my way to the clock in room where I sit for another half an hour browsing Facebook and Myspace. After my lunch break expires I continue on with shop work making minimal conversation with my co-workers just because I don't care to get to know any of them that well. Then at 2:00 PM I go on my second smoke break in which I do the same as my previous 2 breaks. After that I then carry on with the monotonous tasks in which I have been designated for the day until 3:30 in which I clock out and promptly leave work. Then I endure another awkwardly quiet car ride with my father until I reach my final destination of the day: my house. After walking in I briefly greet the other members of my family and remove my shoes. After that I make my way into my bedroom where I empty my pockets and gather some clothes to change into after my shower. I then carry my assorted articles of clothing into the bathroom, acquire a towel and begin to shower. Following my shower I clean my ears and proceed with some other personal hygiene while getting dressed. I then make my way to my room where I sit and watch TV or browse the internet until someone from my family tells me that they made dinner an hour ago and there are left overs that are now cold and I may be able to eat. I scavenge over that usually finishing it off but not being satisfied enough to be full. After that I then go back to my room in which I stay until about 10:00 PM at night when I change the channel to Cartoon Network to watch Adult Swim ,the only TV I watch. Then I usually end up going to sleep around midnight to 1 AM.
- Tuesday through Friday- Rinse and repeat.
This is my work week although not usually physically demanding it is mentally arduous from being so repetitive. So much that the only way I get through it is the small things. The tiny things that put some spice in my life like talking to the small amount of friends I still communicate with. Or the best thing, talking to my girlfriend. If it weren't for her I don't think I would be able to handle the terrible repetitive days and the painfully lonely nights. It's been especially bad lately because I have no way to talk to her, making these past 2 weeks so difficult I am considering starting to smoke again. I know I shouldn't and I probably won't but it's just that bad. Literally the only things that give me hope are the weekends which lately have been just as bad as the week (excluding the past one) and the conversations I hold with Emily. Hopefully I can talk to her regularly again soon because this is starting to drag me down. I think I need a change in my life. Even though I like where everything is going and it's more than anything I have ever wanted. I mean I have a decent paying job and the perfect girlfriend. I just feel I need something different. I don't know what, but hopefully I figure it out soon before the days get to me.
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