I’ve been asking my dear sister, Debbie, for inspiration for blog topics as I’m just pretty much brain dead at the end of the day. She is much more diligent in the blogging world and takes the time to post her blogs as well as read blogs of others. I have the desire to write, I just don’t have the inspiration. Debbie also gave me the inspiration last year when I did the 30 blogs in 30 days. She sent me a blog topic today and I laughed and thought, “Here’s a topic I can own! I’ll have to weed through the possibilities to find the one that best fits the bill!” Here then is the topic of today.
We all have jobs, tasks, and chores that we dislike doing. Tell us all about the least favorite job/task/chore that you get stuck doing routinely. What is it about this duty that you can’t stand?
Like I said, this was tough to narrow down to one thing. I don’t have any one thing at work that I have great disdain for, but what I do have a strong dislike for is getting ready for work. I like to lump the entire process into one great dislike because to separate them into each separate dislikes would be petty and irrelevant!
I roll out of bed most mornings between 3:30 and 4:00. I must make a decision as soon as I head toward the bathroom…will I shower and get ready for work or will I go to the gym. I must admit that 90% of the time, I decide to get in the shower and go to work because it’s just easier than packing a bag that would contain all the elements I’d need if I were to go to work from the gym. I’m all about easier. Instead, I pack a gym back with simple workout basics and procrastinate my workout until evening!
I shower…typically prolonging my time in that steamy paradise, as it’s the one element of getting ready for work that I enjoy. Toward the end of my shower, I close my eyes, cross my arms over my chest and pray for a just few minutes while feeling the hot and steady spray massage my neck and shoulders. It’s the most peaceful moment of my day, every day, before I begin the process that drives me nuts!
I towel dry my hair, shoulders, and trunk before stepping out and drying off my back and legs. Quickly slipping my nightgown back on with tightly clenched eyes so as to avoid seeing myself in that most unforgiving full-length mirror directly in front the shower, I turn and stand in front of the small round magnifying mirror and begin the morning facial survey for any alarming hormone hairs (HH) that may have magically appeared on my upper lip or chin whilst I slept. There are times that I am mortified to find a wispy, mile-long HH curling its way from under my chin toward the mirror or a coarse black whisker poking through my otherwise blonde mustachio.
Once the facial inventory has been taken and all HH offenders have been exterminated, I spritz my face with a thin mist of hydrating spray meant to wake up my pores. Once they are alert and singing, “Good Morning Sunshine”, I slather moisturizer and BB cream on my skin. This BB cream was guaranteed by a relative to smooth wrinkles and cover “age” spots. I’ve been using it for a year now and have yet to see any smoothing or covering yet I continue on the off chance that I will awaken one day and have the face of a 30-year old! I reach into my morning tool box for my styling spray, blow dryer and big round brush in an attempt to bring a little life into my slightly thinning somewhat limp locks. I spray, blow, brush, spray, brush and finger fluff until there seems to be a suitable amount of bounce in my tresses and give them a final styling paste treatment and finish it off with light dusting of hair spray. Back to the face, I powder the cracks and crevices in my face, apply a bit of light gray eye shadow and cake black mascara onto my invisible blonde eyelashes.
I take a deep breath and turn toward the walk-in closet. Here is where the morning goes terribly, terribly awry. While the shower, face and hair maintenance can be accomplished in a 10-minute span, it’s the adventure of finding all the pieces of an outfit that can extend my morning preparations far into the day. I will admit here and now that my closet organizational skills are sadly lacking. I spend the majority of my days off organizing my closet and subsequently promising myself that I will absolutely maintain closet order in the future. Sad to say, I disappoint myself daily. I do not keep order. I do not hang things up. My socks and my underwear get confused and live in each other’s drawer. My work pants mix with my jeans and often with my workout clothes and can at times be found hanging over the footboard of our bed. It’s no way to live I tell you, it’s no way to live.
I stand in front of my closet shelves and critically peruse the shelves for a pair of suitable works pants that may be unassumingly in wait of their chance to be the pants of the day – a rare occurrence at best. In absence of that, I reach in and grab a pair whereby avalanching several other pair that have haphazardly tangled themselves around and through the pair that seemed at first glance ready for the taking. I do a triple lutz until I am turned toward my hanging clothes and eyeball the bulging assortment of shirts, sweaters and jackets. I always have a particular top in mind and I never, repeat never, find it on the first shuffle through all the shirts. Many is the day that I ultimately find the shirt/sweater of my desire balled up on top of the small shelf in my closet from the last time I wore it. Eventually and with much unnecessary irritation, I am standing in my closet barefoot, but clothed. I will not put you through the pain of finding two socks that “mostly” match, but trust me, I could pen another couple hundred words on what it takes to accomplish that feat. Shoes are only an adventure as they may be in one of many places, but at some point, both feet are shoed and I am finally, completely dressed.
As I head toward the door, I stop to brush my teeth (yes, I know, I should have done this during the facial survey and makeup application, but I never do. I apparently would much rather run the risk of accidentally drooling toothpaste on my shirt and requiring me to start the shirt search all over again). I then spend another 5 minutes rustling through my jewelry in search of the most dazzling necklace, earrings and bracelet to compliment my outfit and I am finally ready to face the day.
The question was, what is least favorite job/task/chore that you get stuck doing routinely. I shared that. Then, what is it about this duty that you can’t stand? What I can’t stand about getting ready each morning is two-fold. I hate the routine of getting dressed. I hate making the work out decision each morning. I hate that I half dry myself in the shower and then finish outside of the shower (feel a little OCD). I hate that I HAVE to survey my face for renegade hairs and hate even more that I find a whole flock of them every day. I hate the entire routine that is my morning. Blah!
However, more than the routine of it, I hate that I have to face one of my greatest weaknesses every morning – my lack of organization. I hate that I allow me to waste my greatest treasure and the thing that is such a limited commodity in my life – my time. I think I need a 12-step recovery plan or a maid. I’m shooting for the maid!