Archive for the ‘every daily detail’ tag
McDonald’s
You order the same old, same old, Big Breakfast meal, Hot Chocolate.
There aren’t any styrofoam cups, so he opens a new stack of them and – kaplunk – half the stack falls onto the floor. Shoes bugs mops dirt have touched that floor. Another service crew girl sees it. They pause for two seconds, then he picks up the fallen stack and jams it into the cup dispenser. They shrug. He takes a cup from the clean stack and pours your Hot Chocolate. She takes a cup from the fallen stack and pours someone’s coffee. Shoes bugs mops dirt have touched that coffee.
He returns to you with your Big Breakfast and Hot Chocolate, looks over your shoulder and good morning sir, what can I get you?
You walk over to the store manager, tell her about the stack of styrofoam cups. She says she understands. You go to work. You work. You go home.
Today you walk into the McDonald’s beside your building to buy your breakfast. The guy at the open counter is the same unLucky moron you see every day.
Sh.
Ah. Once again I find myself with quite a bit of time on my hands. This economic downturn thing is getting really annoying. Hm. I guess I’ll take up jogging again.
*sigh~~~*
Oh well.
Sh. It Happens.
Schedule blah
Sometimes you just have to throw yourself into some ambitious tasks and see which of them you manage to accomplish in the end. It also helps to try and schedule your activities, so at the end of a day you don’t realize that you did little more than read manga and watch anime and sitcoms.
So, my schedule effective tomorrow until maybe June:
Weekdays:
- Office Hours – study for Java Sun Certification for Web Component Developer
- At night – study Ruby on Rails and/or Ruby Shoes
- except maybe Tuesday and/or Friday nights, for games
Saturday:
- Morning – Read Manga, recover from game night
- Afternoon – Learn Sign Language, Basic (until April. After April I can decide whether to proceed with Intermediate)
Sunday:
- Write a story for submission to a publisher*
- Blog, maybe
- Rest
Saw an ad on my street for Sign Language lessons for 1,800 pesos, and I’ve always wanted to learn a new language, might as well learn ASL.
*Wondering what genre of story I should write. After researching available publishers, I’m contemplating between fantasy (1000-4000 words), chick-lit (25,000), fantasy chick-lit (50,000) or children’s books. I’m guessing this might be a good time to try writing chick-lit, but I’m dreading having to read existing chick-lit books out there for reference. Hmm. Whatcha think?
Well, I’ve decided to revive my Twitter account today. Will probably post short tweets here, like how I’m so excited about 9, or how our world might actually be a hologram, or how I really need to go out for dinner now.
Hrm. I’m hungry.
Pickety Pockety Poo
09:45, Ayala MRT Station, Stairs.
Me, late, in a hurry.
People, people, people. Slow people on long stairs.
Damn slow people.
In front of me, two women, short, fat, in their forties.
One fat woman’s hand on the purse of girl in front of her.
Careless girl clinging to boyfriend’s arm, pushing purse behind them both.
Purse with magnet strap, no zipper.
One deft flick, one fat woman’s hand in a purse.
Two fat women squeeze together, obscuring my view.
People, people, people on the stairs, pushing, bumping. No one seeing.
I see. I don’t care.
Pass two women, short, fat, oldish.
One woman holding a black wallet. Opens wallet, closes wallet, slips wallet into a black
purse.
White cloth over her arm, over her black purse.
Both women holding fans.
Bottom of the stairs. Careless couple go separate ways. Two women disappear.
Miss, miss, your bag is open.
Oh, thank you.
Girl looking inside bag, girl closing bag, flimsy magnet strap. Goes on her way.
Me, late, in a hurry.
