Friday, 15 June 2018

Mom Sitcom

I have been watching the sitcom MOM lately. It kind of like the people in there fill the vacuum of having a bunch of girls-women-ladies at work. Talking, bitching, showing off, getting dressed, giving advice, sharing food. I do miss that. As I put down the words, I realise the resemblance the ladies played. Not that I can fix it. Hmm
Anyways, I opened my laptop today to write that the best thing I ran into today is a new pair of washing gloves. Yes, you read it right. They have a new design. And they are new. And I saved it to start when I was opening a new bottle of washing liquid. And the washing scrouge. I am equally surprised to realise how much excitement using all the three new things has given me. And I feel like crying to know that it has actually emotionally stirred me. What a mess I have become!!!!!!!!!!!!
Huh!
I wanted to write about the coffee saga today and of not giving up. I forgot to turn down the power yesterday, and my milk boiled and spilled off. To compensate for the badly behaved coffee, I made another. This time, only after washing, cleaning, drying and putting everything in place. And on regular power. But what happens. This time, it spills more. My mistake. Wanted to be a good girl and make less coffee. So I boiled only half a cup of milk and keep it on regular power. Result. It just puff. almost all the milk spill over. All over the microwave plate. This is after I clean the microwave plate, dry it, get a chair to reach and place it on top. And as I remove the microwave plate to clean it again, it spills over all that I had cleaned before. And no brownies for guessing. I clean again. Andd, I feel super freaked out. But, I didnt want to give up. So I clean it all up and repeat all that was done before, and again make coffee. This time I have my eyes on the microwave. And one second I take my eyes off, it boils over. Ths time its just a little. So I could still make my coffee. But I really lost the enthu I was trying to pull up for the day. I just snuggle in and watch more Mom.
I am also overeating from the last couple of days. Not working on my jobs. I arent feeling very charged. I am feeling quite low. It is almost a week less than a year since I got off  my last job. I miss the routine. I miss being busy. I miss all the hustle bustle of work. Deadlines, meeting. What not. And I am also really really worried. I am trying to hold on a littel torch of hope that I would get a job. Dont know how long I have to wait or compromise to make it work. I know why I did this. And I know its worth. I just dont want to lose myself in the process a making things get better.

Love and thoughts,
Me

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