This has been a massive week for me, and honestly I'm surprised it's Friday.
I LOVE WHEN THAT HAPPENS!
It's been one of those weeks where you wake up thinking it's Monday but it's Friday! Coolest feeling. Every day this week was jam-packed busy with some over-time at work, and every night has been some sort of event. I had a friend move in on Monday, a birthday party for my beautiful roommate on Tuesday, community group on Wednesday, and finally had to force myself to do nothing on Thursday because I was dead tired. Then Friday, today, I worked my first shift at my new part time job.
It's really an old part time job. Pier 1 imports. Anyone who really knows me knows that I have this weird obsession with this job. I first begun right out of high school, and then throughout college when I would come home on breaks. It's like my guilty pleasure...that pays so what the hay that's awesome. Plus, it's close enough for me to bike, allows me opportunities to meet more people and is right between my apartment and the beach.
Upon moving to California...I learned [quickly] that in the land of sunshine and laid-back personalities also lies high costing EVERYthing. Gas is almost $5 a gallon. Food (survival...) is ridiculous and anything worth anything costs an arm and a leg. It's not just a rumor.
You pay for the facade.
Point is, yes I work two jobs. Yes, it was firstly intended for fun upon application, but since then I learned that some extra cash flow couldn't hurt.
So, tonight I had my first shift. I love the way the store smells...the candles, merch,
glitter from the Halloween (favorite holiday) decor, all of it resonates with me. And then I realized it was more than just my cheesy love for the atmosphere, it was serving as a familiar being. There are small moments I can catch here and there that remind me of something that had to do with my past, but usually they're pretty shallow. As in within 2015. But this one was deep-rooted. It brought me back home, reminded me of who I was back in that era and how much I've changed. It's incredibly strange how little things like walking into a home-decor store can bring so much deja vu. Just because they were a part of your life at one point.
Once the 13 hour workday concluded, I went to a hole-in-the-wall Chinese place (one of the perks of living in LA. They're on every corner) and as a result was rewarded a fortune cookie. I actually hate the cookie part, and was always told my fortunes will never come true as a result. Whatever.
"You are an adventurer - Travel the highway of life."
And of course at first I'm like, what a rip-off that's not a fortune that's a statement. Not even a statement, that's a high-maintenance fortune bossing me around... (Justification for never eating the stupid cookie)
Pretty cool how life can remind you of where you are and where you're going all at the same time. So week 6 has ended, and I'm sure that week 7 will be even better.