Today was a tough day. I woke up knowing it wouldn’t be a barrel of laughs, but it was definitely worse than I anticipated. It started out much the same as every other day this week – getting ready quickly, walking to the bus stop, commuting by bus and train to the city. We were in a different place today and I am extremely directionally challenged. I managed to get thoroughly lost despite following Google Maps in my hand, messaging one of the guys I was meeting asking where it was and only being about 300 metres away. How do I manage it? Talent.
Anyway, so that kind of threw off my day even more. I hate getting lost. It’s stressful and frustrating and seems to always happen when you really don’t need it to. Once I finally got there, we went in and started the day. We registered ourselves onto different internal websites, then spent hours doing compliance modules. For anyone who’s ever had to endure them, you’ll understand my pain. It was horrendous. Thankfully, I’d had plenty of experience in my previous job with very similar trainings so I smashed through them and finished first. Even finishing first, I still spent a good chunk of my day on it. Once that was done we worked out rosters and where we’ll be placed to train for the next month. Wouldn’t you know it, I got landed two shops down from where I used to work?
Of all the shops in all the state you have to put me there. Next to a store full of people who hate me. Next to people I wouldn’t trust again in pink fit. Part of me wants to walk past them all and wave and act like this was part of my game plan (a rather large part, actually). Another part wants to park as far away from possible, sneak into the store, hide from the front of it as much as possible and not leave it until home time so they won’t see me. Still not sure which route will actually happen. I think it’s unrealistic to think I’ll be able to avoid all of them for a whole month…especially because I need my pants altered and that shop is right outside my old work. Yep, I think plan A is what will happen.
Anyway, so after finding that out we needed to try on uniforms. Something I’d been dreading. Please be big sizes, I thought. I hate hate hate working out uniform sizes so much. It was every bit humiliating and embarrassing as I thought it would be. I tell them size 20, they look at me and say “no way, you’re not a 20, you’re like a 14”. Um, I haven’t been a 14 since high school. Try on an 18, too small. No size 20s. Try on a 22, and it fits.
They don’t have any shirts in stock to fit me, even in guy sizes. Great. I’m the only one without a shirt now while they order it in. Fuck. I have a cardy but it looks horrible buttoned up. Yep, this was a feel good exercise alright.
By the time it let out, my head was hurting, my ankle was killing me (it’d been getting progressively worse for a week) and to add to it all, it was so humid and disgusting that I was sweating by the time I’d gotten the train station. I tried touching on with my Myki, but it wasn’t working. I tried again and again. Nothing. I was holding people up. It just wasn’t working.
I took so long I caught the eye of one of the wandering helpers, who managed to get it working. Once I got into the station, I immediately knew something was wrong. It was a madhouse, even by peak hour standards. You couldn’t even move there were so many people. I’m still not 100% sure but I think one of the trains was broken down or something so everyone decided to go to my platform and catch a different train. Luckily it wasn’t my train, because they were packed in like sardines…moreso than usual.
When my train arrived I was forced to stand up, which wasn’t fun because my ankle was seriously giving me grief. There wasn’t anything I could do about it but try to ignore it. The train was packed and it was hot and unpleasant. I grit my teeth and put up with it. It was a relief to get off and jump onto the bus, even if that was packed as well. At least I got a seat.
After limping home, I collapsed onto the couch, wanting to never move again. Instead, I had a look at my ankle. Definitely swollen. So instead of relaxing like I so desperately wanted to, I got back up and hoped into the car and went and bought a brace for it. I knew if I didn’t, I’d regret it. I couldn’t avoid standing on it – it was part of my new job and I wasn’t going to be all “Sorry, can’t stand, my ankle hurts” – so at the very least I knew I had to give it some support.
Finally, I got home after an epically long day again. I can’t remember the last time my days felt so packed and exhausting. I, once again, ate like crap, and I feel bloated and gross. Now that I’m back in my old stomping ground, I’m going to be able to plan my meals and stuff a bit better, and be home slightly earlier. I think this will help a lot. I’ll be able to find a routine again and hopefully I’ll be able to get a smaller uniform size sooner or later!
Hope your day was better than mine 🙂