Do you ever get the feeling that there is something coming that has such a finality to it?
I know something is coming- just not when, what, who, how or why. But for some reason, I don’t think knowing any of that will prevent it or make it easier.
Missing the High Life May 20, 2009
The corporate world. Such a strange place for a backpacker. Even stranger that, if only for a brief period of time, I’ve enjoyed it. But I feel myself getting restless as part of the rat race. Making money to essentially have nothing to show for it.
I long for the days where I could grab a cocktail or beer at any hour and not have people question if it was a bit early or if I had some sort of dependency problems. I long for the days where waking up early happened naturally and usually involved throwing on a bikini and some boardies and hitting the ocean instead of skirts, dress shirts, heels, make up, hair done, getting into the car and knowing that the next eight hours of my life just pass the time.
This backpacker needs to win the lottery…and find a way to bring the purring furball backpacking.
Laundry Service May 19, 2009
I know it may sound weird but one of the things I miss the most about the south was laundry service. I loved being able to drop off my clothes and pick them up the same or next day-all freshly washed and folded, without having to dedicate hours of my life to doing it.
Here’s my thing. I’m obsessive when it comes to my washing my clothes. Not obsessive like most people might think-I have to separate everything and I can not, under any circumstance mix my whites, darks, colours, hand wash darks, hand wash colours and hand wash whites together. I’m sure you can see my problem.
The other problem? I hate folding.
Put it all together and you can see why a laundry service is definitely for me. If I can’t see them washing it all together, I’m fine. And they fold it. All I ahev to do is put it away.
Now here’s my dilemma: finding somewhere near me (in the burbs *shoots self*) that provides this service. It really can’t be all that much more than dry cleaning, I mean, they are literally just throwing them in a machine (I’d totally separate colours), changing machines and then folding them. I jsut can;t be bothered to do it myself.
My dryer hates me. It takes at least 60 to 90 minutes for one load to dry. At least. And that’s not even a large load.
*sigh* Somedays, I’m totally pathetic.
