A Day In the Life, 2007

03/05/07 - 03/11/07
So I decided to, for a week, keep a log of my day, to give you all a feel for a typical week in the life of Gigi. I started this morning and I plan to continue on. Whether it will be terribly interesting, or just terrible, is debatable though...I guess you'll just have to read it to find out.

Monday: 9:10 Every Morning

8:30A.M. Alarm goes off. Premeditated oversleeping happens. Alarm is set for 8:45.
8:45 Alarm goes off again. Rush around getting dressed and brushing teeth and throwing leftover pasta in ziplock bags.
8:59 Listen to Cole leave for work. Button coat. Out the door!
9:04 Recycle glass on way out door. Make it to train platform in record time, happy that I won't be late to work.
9:10 on the train noticing...what is this?!?!...that there are a great quantity of attractive men in my train car. Does this happen at 9:10 every morning? Sign me up for the later commute!
9:16 stared at the back of a very attractive neck
9:24 train stops at east broadway for ten years. Thanks MTA.
9:29 we finally make it to Delancey st (the next stop). Am now in bad mood because I will be late.
9:31 stopped again in a tunnel. Officially late.
9:41 Finally get to Broadway. Get off train and call Laura to say I am on the way.
9:43 stop at ATM. (hey I'm already late, right?)
9:46 I open my register and buy a muffin
10:14 the day really starts because my muffin is finished.
10:31 I HATE EMAILS IN ALL CAPS
10:40 I descend into the dungeon to package & mix paint
11:41 back upstairs and put all the nice clothes back on and no more tank tops at work. Oh sad.
12:02 I have not heard from Irish Tim in 24 hours. This is unusual and sad.
12:45 Shipping things. Job satisfaction is up due to availability of Pepsi across the street
1:17 sadly addicted to blanket buying. Stop myself from buying one.
1:52 have sold baskets and lights today and in between updating this have been awfully productive!
2:17 Week is looking up compared to dismal dismal last week.
2:19 have been on hold forever. Am staring at unfolded fuscia blanket on couch. It looks bad. Must fold.
2:20 hang up and fold blanket
2:35 decide to take lunch
2:45 actually take lunch: lunch today entails leftover pasta in a bag and David Copperfield...and falling asleep on the couch for ten minutes.
3:44 Why the hell is it snowing outside?
3:45 join group effort to put .5 lb blanket back onto shelf after small woman (who does not buy anything) knocks it off
3:47 Lara goes to lunch and I am left in a state of sad laralessness
4:16 creating templates and filing things in obcessive compulsive usualness
5:05 scared the crap out of lara by waiting outside bathroom door for her. oops
5:07 today we have already tripled last week. Oh happiness.
5:15 collective googling of Paramour Estate where Rockstar Supernova was because Laura spoke to the owner about a conservatory.
5:17 listen to Lara and Laura recollect television shows. Who needs a TV, really? I know all the plots from working with those girls.
5:30 I have made 10 sales today. lara has made one. Somehow she still triples my numbers. How is this possible? Why does it always happen?
5:33 Reading Lara's online blog to discern how this always happens.
5:41 Lara explains St. Paul's use of skyways between buildings..."they have them so people don't get cold. And there are lots of homeless people sleeping in them."
5:55 start closing register.
6:05 shut off computer.
6:15 watch Lara match socks. Dread going outside.
6:47 Get off train with lara. Make pact to grochery shop together in the cold (otherwise neither of us will have food)
7:01 hats on. cat left behind. off to the grochery store.
7:10 at grochery store. Highlight:
Me: Hey Lara, that's quite some combination you have there...pickles, chips, beer, pizza, garbage bags...
Lara: What? I'm obviously a man that lives alone.
*guy in front of us in line tries not to laugh out loud*
Me: Clearly this is the case...good thing you didn't buy the hummus...or you would have to be a girl again.
Lara: that's true.
8:42 time has lapsed without me having any recollection of it, except that I learned that I do not know how to light the oven... Now I am eating pizza (which is burned from being cooked in a skillet) and drinking Bacardi
8:43 sign onto AIM. Mike is on. The internet is safe and the world is unchanged.
9:37 still have not heard from Irish Tim. Very sad. Thought he had the day off and would write something to me...
9:38 posted this blog

Tuesday: Kyle, Dick, and Irish Tim

6:30 Wake up for no discernable reason. Curse unknown reason. Go back to sleep.
8:25 wake up before alarm (why?) Get out of bed
8:29 take off pants
8:32 pose in front of mirror. Listen to upstairs neighbors rhythmically moving furniture around the apartment…somebody's got the day off…geeze
8:38 shower until…
8:42 alarm goes off (what?)
9:01 shoes on. Pants on. Resolve to eat less pizza
9:08 leave house. Oops
9:40 am late. Train is slow again. But this time it's really my own fault for dawdling.
10:07 Lara's cat is sick and vomiting. Have conversation about how cute Lara's cat is when it vomits. Lara decides to leave me to another day of Laralessness.
10:09 eat oatmeal and banana. (what a good girl I am)
10:25 package blanket. Decide (read: procrastinate) to train Jenn on paint tomorrow
10:43 Lara tells me what she had for dinner last night. I reiterate that she is a man who lives alone. She concurs.
10:53 Email from Irish Tim (as promised late last night when he got home from his double shift). Am all smiles.
11:00 Lara alleges that Tim is full of crap
11:18 Estore checking: no new orders
11:30 clean out drawer. Where did these pen caps come from? How old is this motrin?
11:54 frustrated. Lara is still here. I have made no money. I bust my ass for like ten dollars... How does this make sense?
12:09 bleh
12:28 call. Leave message. Call. Leave message. Please buy stuff from me.
1:03 Listen to people in store speaking French. So pretty. I should go to france.
1:18 decide to take lunch at 1:30
1:21 hooray! Day not totally lost! Sold table!
1:42 leave for lunch. Yucky Duke's food and one page of David Copperfield
2:37 back to the floor, chained down to the desk
2:47 feel gross due to Duke's food and lack of excercize. Daydream about dancing Thursday
2:49 estore check: still nothing. Oh sad
3:25 I really need a massage
3:31 start writing back to Irish Tim
4:11 the only people out shopping in this weather don't speak English.
4:46 my pen disappears mysteriously. Hey Laura, how'd you get that lovely pen collection back there?
4:47 finish writing to Irish Tim
5:13 brain checks out for the day
5:20 bane of my existance enters building (someone who comes in and talks to me for long periods of time without buying stuff)
5:42 bane exits
6:30 buy necklace at Laila Rowe. Feel glamourous.
6:48 dinner @ starbucks = cookie and coffee
6:54 in love with Dickens. Lara says she does not relate to Dicken's characters, but I relate to the crazy aunt. Love it.
7:36 suddenly remember to buy stomp tickets for mom visit this weekend
7:51 still at box office. bad timing. long line.
8:35 Amanda cancels. Now girls night is only Jenn and me.
8:59 Jenn calls to say she is late. I cancel girls night.
9:13 on train annoyed at having killed three hours in city for no reason and eaten yucky starbucks crap for dinner. Grrrrr.
9:27 feeling better. Feeling particular warm fuzzy endearment for Mr. Dick in Dickens' novel
10:23 kyle calls. I do not answer.
10:24 kyle calls. I do not answer.
10:25 listen to voice mail. "what happened to your life...this is Kyle...I am currently in New York City...granted I am a little tipsy...some would call this drunk dialing...whatever...how are you doing?"
10:26 kyle calls. I do not answer.
10:27 "disregard that last message...I have like 6 amandas in my phone...i called the wrong amanda...so you can call me whenever you like...but disregard last message..."
10:39 posted this riveting entry (you know you read the whole thing)

Wednesday: My Sister is Adorable

8:15 Wide awake
8:30 step on glass in kitchen. remove shard from foot with tweezers. Am awesome.
8:56 Shoes on and out the door I go
9:06 on train seated diagonal from attractive man bent over paperback book. 2 stops later other attractive man seats himself at opposite diagonal. In my mind I call this the triangle of awesomeness.
9:16 am caught staring at left angle of triangle. look away until he reads. resume creepy staring behavior.
9:25 today I am early. what now
9:56 1st sale of the day is made before the doors are even open. good omen?
10:20 delete 20000 junk mails in work email. make hate faces at snow outside and junkmail inside alternately
10:40 read irish tim's latest email: a cautionary tale on the consumption of mushrooms
11:21 check estore. no such luck
12:50 write to irish tim
12:56 Jenn arrives! HOorah!
1:00 make fun of kyle with jenn
1:15 have not spoke to Mike in far too long
1:17 Jenn & I practice winking
1:38 Jenn & I dance behind counter
2:03 more outbursts of dancing
2:54 have fun out of steam...daydream about taking lunch
3:23 lunch...need lunch...
3:41 lunch (for real)
3:54 settle in big comfy starbucks chair. Thank God for starbucks. Emotional/physical exhaustion may yet be assuaged.
4:19 catch man in next chair watching me put lip gloss on. Put another coat on. Ignore him dutifully.
5:00 am losing mind and everything else in office
5:09 email from mike/think about how awesome and adorable Rachell is
5:40 Rosanna reads my log and writes on it that she thinks I am either 1) a cute neurotic psycho or 2) a sophisticated self-reflectionist
5:59 lock lock lock the doors
6:33 At Soup & Burger -- host asks if I'm waiting for a man or woman
6:39 listen to attractive man with sexy voice come in to eat alone
6:41 so sleepy...come on josh
8:20 waiter hates us because we are still here
8:55 on train home. yawn. yawn. yawn. oh yucky cold weather. oh yucky sleeplessness.
9:23 mike is online and world is safe yet again
9:51 post completely nonriveting blog...this is why I do not get comments anymore...

Thursday: Totally Boring Blog

6:30 awake and delirious. feverish. tension headache has survived the night. damn it all.
7:21 feverish. awake again. nausea. bring trash can to bed with me.
8:30 alarm goes off. call lara. not coming in. pour cereal in hopes that food will help
8:47 write to irish tim
9:09 listen to Colr leave for work. you're late today buddy
9:22 back to sleep
2:16 headache has officially lasted over 24 hrs
2:41 turn on very hot shower
2:58 water, lots of water
3:06 force self to clean for mom visit. don't want her thinking I'm a total slob
3:57 DAVID IS ONLINE!!! David wisdom of the day: "just keep your hands off eachother...i haven't been kissed since the great flood."
4:01 Apt is hot. open window
5:50 live chat with irish tim, also ill
6:33 chills. no energy to shut window
6:53 have cancelled dancing. am making tea with irish tim 3000 miles away.
7:10 talking to mike and tim
7:34 decide to eat ice cream
7:45 decide not to leave chair
7:46 post totally boring blog about being sick and sleeping all day

Friday: Why New Yorkers Love Tourists & Tourists Love New Yorkers

7:00 Fever has broken!
7:56 MOM arrives!
9:25 winded coming out of the subway
10:22 discuss espianage with Lara
10:47 reading sordid confessions of Lara's love life, which obviously is work appropriate because it increases morale--duh
10:51 Amanda: I'm reading your sordid post
Lara: It is sordid
11:21 waves of nausea
11:47 quote large sum for super duties. Will landlord go for it?
12:57 discuss soandsos douchebagness
1:04 A: I don't know what I'd do if I ever ran into him
L: I'd shit on his face.
1:21 something inside me is eating something else inside me, but I'm feeling moderately more human as my head doesn't hurt anymore
1:35 have love affair with watermelon colored blanket that matches nothing I own. Break it off, because it would never work, baby.
1:44 decide to take lunch
2:04 www.webmd.com/cold-and-flu/tc/Influenza-Topic-Overview
2:25 Lara is livid due to totally screwed up lights meaning totally screwed up orders meaning totally mad clients meaning totally more work for us. Lara writes slightly livid and sarcastic email to warehouse staff.
2:39 go to lunch
3:45 mom makes it to the store
4:52 customer service crisis averted by being nice on phone. Enjoy being nice to people.
6:30 Two Boots Pizza and Starbucks, where random people make out at the table next to us. Welcome to NYC mom. Sorry bout that. Am embarassed, but also aware that I've probably been just as public...yeah...
8:10 "Use of cell phones or cameras is strictly prohibited...if you are caught taking pictures your camera WILL be confiscated and your film destroyed."
LadyTourist (next to me): "Oh, I'm sure they don't destroy it."
wanna bet. why don't you try it
8:15 Stomp. OMG. OMG. OMG. Amazing. Boy with beanie is completely adorable. Whole show = totally sexy and amazing and thrilling and hilarious and awesome. A worthy life goal if there ever was one. Check.
10:57 home sweet home, mom is reading. I post said blog entry.

Saturday: Fat is the Cure for Dehydration

9:53 wake up to sunshine
10:37 mom updates me on American Idol Season five thousand and three
1:08 silver section of the MET, man with a voice like Ferris Bueller is incredibly impressed with the spoons.
Man: Oh, Sylvia, look at this silver! We need a nice set of silver!
Woman: We need a house first.
Man: What?
1:20 looking at toy kitchen reproduction, totally engrossing
1:22 glassware from the 1800s, very like what we sell at ML. Interesting.
3:00 Dad: I'm too fat to be dehydrated.
Mom: Ummm…it has nothing to do with that. It has to do with fluids, Rick.
4:00 the train makes frightening creaking noises mid conversation. Man next to us exchanges funny look with me and then goes back to his crossword puzzle.
4:59 Mom: I don't understand this livin together stuff.
Me: Why not?
Mom: Come on, commit to me if you want me to give myself to you. Share your bank account.
Me: Hah! Mom!
5:03 Mom regarding grandma: "For the longest time we thought she was drinking too much…turns out she just has drymouth."
5:09 In obedience to my mother I write on my log "I am mean to Mike and he doesn't deserve it." Feel much like little kid writing on the blackboard after being bad. I will not pull on Sally's pigtails. I will not pull on Sally's pigtails.
6:38 partially cook self in overly hot bath, while mom makes dinner in my kitchen (interspersed with spilling cranberry seltzer on my wall, not being able to reach the strainer, and educating me on cutting board safety)
7:10 The Prestige & ice cream & the Office (mom's opinion: "that's weird")
11:01 post. posting. posted.

Sunday: Overslept By a Mile

7:00 mom thinks it is 9:00 and wakes up to get ready for the day
9:00 "That's what you get for telling time without your glasses." -Amanda
10:47 realization that its daylight savings day...we both had no idea. Mom now insists she knew that and got up early on purpose...I tell her she certainly did not know and therefore it doesn't count.
12:00 leave for Cafe Ronda
12:36 message from Jenn, who also overslept. She'll meet us there.
2:30 mmm cafe ronda. love love love.
4:15 mom bids farewell at the bus station. Bye mom!
6:00 Massages with Brinley in that little chinatown place. The little Chinese lady was literally on top of my back bearing her whole weight down on her elbows. I feel less achy and gross.
8:00 telling Brinley all sorts of totally personal and unwanted information.
8:41 Mike is online and the world is safe. And now I'm posting the last blog of the current series, with sincerest hopes that you enjoyed it.