I hit the snooze button on my alarm 20 times today. That’s once every 9 minutes for 3 hours.
Regardless, I got shite done.
1. Return Key Fob To Ex-Place Of Work Even Though They Forgot To Ask For It In The First Place
The most wonderful thing in the whole world to do after you were “let-go” with no explanation is return to your workplace due to their oversight. Oh no wait… it’s not. It’s a really truly awful thing to have to do. But I’d like my last expense cheque, and I’m just a nice person, so today I went (been putting it off all week) and returned not only the key fob, but also some program papers that they wouldn’t have even noticed were missing, along with a bus ticket and a cheque for the $5 I had owing on the canteen tab. Yeah, that’s right, I’m so ethical and considerate and whatnot… do they regret getting rid of me yet? Also, it came to light in the painful small talk that occurred that my employment was terminated not only a few weeks before Christmas, but a few weeks before my birthday… do they feel bad now? I even wished them a merry Christmas… I’m just that nice.
2. Get My New Driver’s License
The photo does not look very attractive (better than my passport, not as nice as my last license), but I figure I can lose it by summer and pay to get a new one. Yes, I’m vain.
3. Deposit Severence And Vacation Pay Cheques Into Bank Account
I don’t know why I’ve been putting this off… likely because it makes things feel more final or something. But it is final, and at least I can get some miniscule amount of interest out of it.
4. Return A Year’s Worth Of Not-My-Mail To The Places It Came From
The reason why this one’s been put off is that I’m just plain lazy. I suppose I wasn’t really dreading it, but it certainly wasn’t getting accomplished. Took the 5 minute walk to the mailbox today and finally got ‘er done (it’s more impressive than it sounds; it was -30 C with the windchill out there).
5. Popped The Hood And Dug Out The Cord For My Block Heater
I always put this off until it’s too late; perhaps it’s my own way of protesting winter? Anyhow, every other year my dear father has done the honours, but this year, I did it myself. Hurray for me, I’m so independent.
Sigh… This post reads really bitter and sarcastic… I’m bitter and sarcastic? I think I was hoping that getting things done would fill me with that wonderful “I’ve accomplished something” feeling, but the amount I was dreading numbers 1 & 3, and the fact that actually doing them was painful didn’t help. Plus the result of number 2 wasn’t so great. And maybe the things we actually dread doing won’t make us feel good when we do them, as opposed to those things that we were just putting off… and the sense of accomplishment of those minor avoidances (like numbers 4 and 5) isn’t enough to make up for it?
Anyhow… I did things I was dreading doing, and I survived. And that’s a good thing to learn. The point of all of this is to be challenged, right?
Jennifer


