So, I think it’s safe to say I missed it. The WIAW party train, that is. I even took pictures on Wednesday, promise, I just didn’t have the time/energy to post. This seems to be a recurring theme, and I’m guessing it will be, since I started both school and work in the past week.
Wednesday was my first day of school, and I woke up slightly nervous. I showered and dressed, and made it to the first break of the morning, which was also pretty fast:
Maranatha Cashew Butter + Crofter’s Superfruit Spread on Great Harvest Dakota Bread. Name-drop much? You can tell how early it was because of the terrible lighting, (which is also regretfully in part due to my lackluster camera).
My first class, Astronomy, was interesting, to say the least. To put it this way: I found my post-class snack much more interesting than syllabus details:
My second class was cancelled, so I drove around looking for a dance shop to supply me with a leotard and pink tights (ballet class, a requirement!), but I only found one that catered to ages ten and below. I decided to drive to Whole Foods early and have lunch before work:
Some chipotle squash + teriyaki tofu. I also had some asparagus salad, steamed kale and cabbage on my plate, but I saved it for dinner, by which time I was moaning and sweaty from pushing carts in long pants. I don’t have the right shoes yet, so my feet ached, literally ached after being on them for four hours.
Dinner consisted of:
I pushed some more carts, sobbed a bit, and then went back to pushing carts. I’ll spare you the details, but be forewarned: during my second break, I bought ice cream, or something very similar.
After my break, I pushed carts. Did I mention that I push a lot of carts? And that they’re more than half my height? And that I have a very short arm span?
I know that pushing carts won’t be my job forever, and I know that, as a cashier-in-training, I am at the bottom of the chain, etc. But those eight hours were quite painful. Quite painful — it bears repeating.
When I finally arrived home around 10 p.m., I took a long, scalding hot bath to relieve the tension in my feet. And then I grabbed my beautiful second-break discovery, pistachio gelato, and spooned myself a big bowl. Or mug. Whatever.