A DAY IN MY LIFE

See, I jinxed myself because my desk isn’t real wood. That’s a thing right? Or the real truth may have been that I got so busy on Tuesday that I literally had no time to go through my notes and recap my day. And Wednesday I slept in till 9 o’clock. I never sleep in so that’s just crazy. Anyway, since Wednesday turned into catchup day, I managed to get into my notes before the details of the day escaped me. And this is the result…

0530: This is the part where I wake up and regret every decision I ever made and wonder if it’s too late to run away to Mexico and bum it on a beach for the rest of my life. …please?

0645: Ooookay, so maybe I drifted off back to sleep for a bit. But I’m awake now, right? Email. Coffee? Coffee. Coffee.

0700: So, up and working now. And I realized I didn’t post to social media about Monday’s blog post. The internet connection was a serious frustration this morning. While waiting for pages to load, I took the time to figure out what the heck I was going to wear for my super busy day. Lots of walking, and a few professional meetings, too, so it needed to be accommodating.

0730: By 7:30, I was ready to actually start getting ready. My first class is at 9:30, which seems like forever, but once I get started washing up, doing my hair, getting dressed, and makeup, and making breakfast and lunches (plural, I have to eat like every two hours), time really gets away from me. I also started to wonder if I really had time for this writing thing today. I don’t, but I did it anyway. Lord have mercy.

0830: I rushed to get ready and basically had someone else settle my outfit issues for me. I was so upset that my day two hair was so greasy, but I had no time to wash it. Baby powder and dry shampoo. Straightening my hair when it’s greasy is generally not the ideal styling, but it was the quickest so I through a bottle of texturizing hairspray into my purse so try and shake it up during the day.

0932: Somehow, even though I was outside of the class at least 45 minutes early, I was two minutes late. How do I even manage to do this? Honestly. I further embarrassed myself when my dyslexic inclinations led me to write Feb 2 instead of Feb 23 for presenting an in class presentation. I specifically picked dates that would be after the midterm, and I specifically messed that one up. Oops. Fortunately, the class is mostly laid back and forgiving, but I’m feeling quite insecure in that grade this quarter.

1045: I really, really, really wanted lunch from this place on campus called Die Bretzel. It’s one of the very few places I’ve ever found where I can get a killer veggie dog. I mean, it is so good. But at 10:45, it wasn’t open and we decided to try for after my next class. So typically, I spend this time in the library or one of the cafes on campus working on studying and catching up with the reading I have to do for my classes. I can get a pretty significant amount of work done in an hour and a half so that’s helpful. Today, however, I spent it touring the campus. Checking out the UCen and ROTC and showing off my little home. I also picked up a little more UCSB gear since my collection is astonishingly small for someone about to graduate.

1230: Next class, another Portuguese one. Portuguese lit, from the 18th Century-ish. I wish I could be a lit girl, I really do. It just doesn’t get me going and get me excited, even though I love to read and would read 40+ books a year in high school. When I had time. P.S. You can follow my reading on Goodreads, my goal is 15 books this year and I think I’m gonna have to up it considering I’m reading six books for classes this quarter. I digress. Anyway, poetry is just the worst for me. Fortunately, we’ve had more prose this quarter so I’m getting by. But it’s still a tough class.

1345: Die Bretzel time, right? Wrong. They ran out of bread and had to close the stand! It was tragic, but we opted for some deliciously greasy Woodstock’s pizza instead. Pretty satisfying, if you ask me. My hips would not agree. After that, I was freezing, so we wondered back to my apartment so I could change into blue jeans. By the time that was done, I still had an hour before my next meeting, so we wandered around and back to ROTC for a bit, before I took off.

1600: So the Technology Management (read: business) program on my campus is so great. It’s actually ranked above business schools like Wharton and Harvard with respect to start-up education. Which is amazing especially considering it’s not a full department at the school, just an auxiliary certificate and this year they started the one-year Master’s program. Anyway, that’s where the bulk of my business classes have been taking place, and they put on this awesome program in conjunction with the Distinguished Speakers lecture series class and the Entrepreneur’s Association club called EAT: Executive at the Table. I try to get to as many as I possibly can, and this one was with Ben Casnocha, a really cool author (The Start Up of You) and great guy. Basically, 10 people just sit around a table and chat with the exec for an hour, asking questions, getting insight, even networking.

1705: After the EAT, we bolted to the truck to get to my next, and final class. I have to admit, one thing I find highly annoying, is that EAT is on one side of campus, and the complementary class is literally all the way across campus and into Isla Vista. And there’s no slack for being late. I think a minute after 5:30, and it all closes down. In my opinion, if you’re late because you’re practicing what’s being preached at you in a program associated with the class, you should get a pass for stopping to pee. We are, after all, human. I was doubly stressed because little old me, afraid of public speaking and even more afraid of microphones, was selected to ask my previously submitted question  on film for the Distinguished Speaker series. I mean, I suppose it’s good for me to face my fear, but ugh. Anyway, I did it and I don’t think I did too bad. But we’ll see how much I cringe when I watch the film.

1900: We stayed a little later to talk to Ben and get his feedback, then hauled it to Freebirds. This is not your chain Freebirds, this stuff is good. The original is in Isla Vista, it’s been there for decades satisfying both drunk, and sober, alike. Even my mother who hates leftovers, ate a ton of my leftover nachos. And leftover nachos are weird. That’s how good it is. And guac is free for vegetarian meals. I got my nachos loaded.

2000: Typically, I’d be getting ready for bed right about now. I have an alarm set on my phone to go off at 8PM, specifically to yell at me to stop working because I get sucked into the rabbit hole at my computer or desk and can be there all night long. Then I try and be in bed by 9, even if I’m still up reading or watching a show, at least I’m not working. Tonight, however, we grabbed a movie on the couch (me watching a movie? What?) and ate way too much food. I was told that I had to watch The Internship because it was so related to all the business classes I’ve been taking and even the lecture from tonight. I think I spent a significant amount of time pausing the film to comment on the specific plot events. Because I like to ruin movies.

2200: It was finally bed time. But if you’re an obsessively organized person like me (or a mom, apparently mom’s do this), I said I was going to bed, then spent an hour cleaning the apartment. Pick up the food, throw things away, put stuff in the fridge, gather up the laundry, fold clothes for tomorrow, put away things that were left out. You know, all the things that aren’t actually going to bed.

2300: I finally crawled into bed. One of the longest days I’ve had in a long time. It’s also super weird that it wasn’t all work, which typically it would be. Nonetheless, it was exhausting and I overslept the next day. Go team.

What’s your busiest day look like?