I’m glad to report that I’m slowly but surely aclimatising to regular working hours. And this week I’ve managed to not crawl right into bed the second I get home and sleep. Monday I did Zumba and Power with Louise, Tuesday I did a PT session, and a Spin class, and today I went for a long walk with Jeri and her dog Stella…. Of course I did have a 20 minute nap today right after work… But I’ve decided that it doesn’t count.
What I’m not adjusting to is the mornings. I still get up at 6.30am, and manage to get ready and leave on time. I even manage to arrive a good 15 minutes early every day, which gives me time to drink tea, read the news, and try wake up a little. (Or a lot.)
Thank god it’s payday tomorrow. I have a list of stuff a mile long that I need to do, and all of it involves me shelling out money.
Regionals are in a couple of weeks time for TKD, so I’m going to register to compete in patterns, same as always… and I’m not sure if I want to also sign up for breaking, and sparring. I guess I should give them a go, but I’m slow, and not very aggressive when it comes to sparring (and the ladies in my weight-division are tall and scary, and hit like sledgehammers), and my breaking needs a lot of work (and if I do it wrong I end up walking around with massive scary bruises on my feet and forearms.)…
(Hello new colleagues, I am your new workmate, and I look like rambo today because I slammed my elbow and hand into a block of wood repeatedly over the weekend. Then I got punched in the face while sparring because I am too slow to get out of the way. Many times.)
But then sometimes it’s not about winning (or bruises), sometimes it’s just about giving it a go… But then again, I hate looking like a giant retarded dork. So, there’s that.
In essence I don’t know. I can’t decide, and if I ask my instructor I know he’ll tell me to sign up for all three, because that’s how he rolls. So maybe I should go with that imaginary advice. Although if I asked my councillor, she’d say to do what I feel comfortable doing, which is patterns. But then if I asked Dad he’d probably tell me about how at the end of the day I’ll never know unless I give it a go, and I might surprise myself. If I asked Mum she’d probably advise me to go in the direction that leaves less visible bruising… And if I ask any of my new colleagues at work, they’d be all “Who are you, and why are you in my office?”
In other news I need to get project ‘Make Friends with New Workmates’ off the ground some time soon. I’m not very good at stuff like this, so I need to actually put a friendliness plan into action! I started by joining the social club last week, and today I asked a lady (who’s name I cannot remember) how her day was going, and had a conversation about lunch.
I hate being the new girl. Mostly because I am a bit quiet and reserved naturally, so I come off as a bit cold and unfriendly. Perhaps I should start wearing a button that says something like “Hello. I am Shannon. I would like to be your work friend.” Or perhaps I should start wearing a large conversation starter necklace. Or a pair of those curvy boots that are all the rage in Mexico dance parties at the moment..
I feel a brain-storming session coming on!