I’m going to write this a little different then how I would normally write my day. You’ve all read how I normally write my day, and if I did it again here it would be boring. So here we go, a day in the life of Meghan.
Monday morning. The day everybody hates. I don’t have a problem with Mondays. Today is a little different. Rolling around in bed after getting up at around 7:00a.m I wonder why I’m even up at this time. All I can think of is my schedule for this coming up week for work. I’ll get out of bed once mom leaves and check my e-mail. I roll around for another half hour uneasy as I get up finally.
“I’m not here, this is merely an illusion,” I say waving my arms around as I get to the home computer. My brother just looks at me, then back to the TV blankly. I look up my schedule, my eyes grow wide, and I yell, “Shit, fuck, shit, fuck” over and over again. This can’t be happening. Though I had this feeling this would happen from the moment I went to bed last night.
“Are those the only two swear words you know?” my brother says as I reach for the phone beside him. I laugh and say no. I’m panicking like crazy right now. I don’t even know what I’m going to say I just call. I get an answering machine, when it says “press 0 if it’s an emergency”. I figure that is my option. I explain my problem, which is something like this:
I won’t make it in time for my shift. It’s 8:30 now & my shift starts at 9:45, I need to be there for 9:30 and it takes 40 minutes or more to get to work, and I don’t have a car on this day. I would be able to make if I had a car, too bad.
I call my boss and she’s calm and soft-spoken. I wonder how she can be so calm right now. I’m getting dressed into my work uniform as she tells me to call someone else that will take my shift; she gives me the number and tells me she will take my shift. I’m throwing my shirt on, not sure if I should keep it on. I’m throwing my uniform pants and trying to find another white shirt as she’s talking. My boss is right, and I have someone to take my shift. I finally start to take my shirt off and relax. Calling mom always helps.
I thought I was being smart by asking if I could take someone’s shift to get back my hours, but after I realized today was June 25, and it was today’s shift, but in the afternoon. It took her all morning to get back to me, and it made me nervous all morning. She didn’t need me to take her shift since she got someone else and I could breathe a sigh of relief. I made myself lunch, and watched Hannah Montana to calm myself down. Reading also helped. The afternoon went by super fast. I got a paycheck that I had to deal with, and printer that didn’t want to print. The pay stub was so private that when it printed, it printed a blank sheet. It took me a while to realize that was the problem.
I debate with myself to write some more, but think better of it. I’ve gotten part of the novel written, and I figure I’m going to need some permission to ask someone if I can use them as a character. I’m just a bit of a chicken when it comes to asking people really strange questions. What do you say when someone asks you, “can I use you as a character?” it’s not a normal question. Most people don’t use people they know in real life to write about; they just use parts of people, characteristics. I want the whole person, looks and all.
Dinner is the usual; whatever’s in the cupboard is what’s good for me. It’s a round of The Big Bang Theory as we eat dinner together my family and me. It’s how we spend every evening, watching the Big Bang Theory and talking about our day.
My day is unwinding and I’m glad for that. It’s up early again the next morning for a whole new adventure to climb.