It occurred to me recently that I’ve become a very busy person. I don’t particularly like being super busy; I’m not one of those people who has to be doing something all the time to feel useful. I’d like to sleep in at Boyfriend’s house, read, have some eggs and tater tots with Cholula and ketchup, take a walk, lay out in the sun (finally finish that last LOTR book), maybe have some sex, take a nap, watch a few episodes of Buffy or The Office, try to cook a delicious meal from that recipe app I just got (go get phở after probable, massive failure) or go have dinner with friends, followed by 5-hour table-top gaming session.
THAT is a perfect day. Here’s what I do instead:
Monday, Wednesday, Friday
Office Job: Alarm goes off at 7:21am, snooze until 7:45, get dressed, make PBJ sammiches, leave by 8:15, chastise self for being late so often. Park car in giant parking structure, take tram to campus, walk to building, attempt to work until 1:30pm. Drive to Redondo Beach to teach a few karate classes to kids who either:
a) Love it, and love me
b) Have a great attitude, even when I tell them to do something hard
c) Love having fun, but therefore must be entertained, lest the unhappy face make an appearance (I call it “The Crank”)
d) Didn’t get their nap, and are close to flopping on the floor and giving up every second of the class
e) Don’t want to be there at all. Want to go home. Now. Home. Home! NOW!
Fridays I go to Santa Monica to teach karate, where the kids tend to have nannies, a stronger sense of entitlement, and parent who tend not to want to hear anything that might resemble criticism.
Repeat above Office Job portion. Go home to the Westside, eat ramen (or broccoli omfg I love it so much), relax for a few hours, change into Kung Fu clothes, leave by 5:15 to help with beginner’s class, take cardio class, take intermediate class. Five hours after I left for the studio, I arrive home to eat something easy, shower, and go to bed by 11:30.
SLEEP IN! Repeat above Kung Fu portion.
SLEEP IN! This is the only day I truly have completely off. I spend most of it sleeping, eating, gaming with friends (poker!), and generally not standing up.
Alarm goes off at 9:21am. Must leave by 9:45, but snooze until 9:39 most of the time. Drive to Redondo Beach dojo, stop by McDonalds for two egg mcmuffins (eat both in car), park car at dojo, walk across PCH (scary!) to Starbucks (grande iced mocha with whip cream). Teach four classes, and maybe a weapons workshop. Done by 3 or 6. Go home, repeat Saturday plan.
Most of my fellow Sensei’s are actors, so they all need time off at the drop of a hat, and refuse to cover for anyone else too far into the future for fear of double-booking on the day of their yet-unbooked big break. I’ve been covering a bunch recently because of the incoming car purchase, meaning I haven’t had a full day off in almost three weeks. I drive almost 200 miles per week just to get to my jobs on my own shifts (not counting Kung Fu which adds 20mi). Monday comes zooming up on me since Sunday is a work day, then I’m sleep-deprived until three days later when I get to sleep in on Thursday. I look forward to sleep more than I look forward to food at this point. Which is sad. Maybe that’ll change if I make one of those amazing pumpkin dishes! 🙂
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