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Day 21 —Find a job ad in the paper. Write about your life if you had that job.
Yoga and Personal Fitness Instructor
If I had this job I’d be very fit. I’d have to be. I also probably would have started years ago, since it wouldn’t take me more than four years to get my degree. I’d work at a local gym or community center. I don’t know if I’d work five days a week, but I doubt it. I’d probably only work 6 hour days. I think I’d enjoy the personal fitness part of the job since I was very much into working out years ago. I never really liked yoga though, so it’d probably be something I did for the money more than anything else.
I also probably would still be living in the city I lived in as a teenager, since I wouldn’t have needed to move to my current city. Either that, or I would have moved back to the city I grew up in. I’d probably be living in an apartment. I certainly wouldn’t have my current fiance. If I did have a partner, they’d probably be a jock. I doubt I’d be in a serious relationship with them, since I prefer brains to brawn.
I probably wouldn’t blog or write, since those both came about due to my current partner. I also probably wouldn’t know as much as I do now, since I wouldn’t have formal training in anything intellectual, but I would likely read a lot more since I’ve always been interested in learning. I also would probably have bought into the whole organics craze.
I’d probably already have kids, but I doubt I’d be with their father. I’d have kids because I want them and I’d have a full time job, but I wouldn’t be with their father because the people I’d always be around wouldn’t be the intellectual type.
I think if I had this job, I’d probably feel like I was missing out on something. Like I could have done more with my life. I like working out, but I’m more of the intellectual life. I don’t think I’d be satisfied with my choices. Especially if I was a yoga instructor. I’m glad I’m in the position I’m in today.
I stand at the cash register as the tall, balding man in the black hoodie approaches me. He looks like every other customer I’ve helped today: hurried. I can’t help but wonder why they are shopping in a toy store if they are so rushed. Do I look that rushed when I shop for unnecessary items? Do they think I intend to jump them if they don’t look like they’re about to sprint out the door?
“Can I get a PS4?” the man asks as he puts down a couple of games and an extra controller.
“Sure,” I reply as I ring up the system. “That’ll be $678.98.”
The man hands me a wad of cash. The first time this happened, I couldn’t help but wonder who’d walk around with nearly a thousand dollars in cash in their pocket. Apparently more people do that you’d think. I sigh inwardly. I hate having to count large amounts of money: the customer gets impatient, then I feel rushed, sometimes I lose count, sometimes the customer interrupts me and I really lose count. And I risk my job if my till is short. Or if there’s a fake bill in the pile.
“Thank you very much,” I say. I try to smile without looking strained. Is it working? I start to count the money carefully, holding each bill up to the light to ensure that it’s real.
“What are you doing?” the man shouts at me.
I jump. I was not expecting that reaction. “I need to make sure you have given me the right amount of money,” I say as calmly as I can manage. “And it’s store policy to ensure that all bills are real.”
The man rips the money from my hands.
“Hey!” I cry, shaken.
“Look!” he shouts. He begins to count the money out in front of me. “See? There’s enough!”
I stare at him blankly for a moment. “I need to count the money myself,” I say finally. “It’s store policy.”
“Do I look like a criminal to you?” he shouts.
What does a criminal look like? Do they wear a sign? “I never said you are,” I reply. But you probably are. Why else would you be so defensive? “I’m just doing my job. Some fake bills were found in another store a couple of days ago. I could get fired if I let any get in my till.” I begin counting the bills again.
“I am not a criminal!” the man shouts.
Finally my manager comes over. Where were you five minutes ago when he started shouting? I am shaking uncontrollably now.
“Please calm down, sir!” I say, scared.
“What is going on here?” my manager asks me.
“This customer will not allow me to check his money,” I say as calmly as I can. I would really like to burst into tears and run away about now.
“You’ll need to calm down, sir,” my manager says. “Or else I’ll have to call security.”
The man looks my manager up and down as if deciding if he can win the fight. Apparently he has decided otherwise. “I am not a criminal!” the man shouts again. “I demand to speak to your manager.”
“I am the manager on duty,” my manager says.
“No!” the customer shouts. “I want to speak to your manager.”
“Do you mean you want to speak to the store director?” my manager asks. “He’s not in today.”
“Then call him!” the man demands.
“I can’t do that,” my manager replies. “But I can give you the number for head office.” he hands the man one of the store’s business cards with the number for head office written on it. “Now please, either let my cashier do her job or leave.”
The man shouts incoherently.
My manager calls security.
Moments later some security guards come over. The man sees them coming and runs out of the store without his money.
“Call the police,” one of the security guards tells my manager. “That’s the guy who tried to use fake bills at the store across the street.”
My manager hurriedly grabbed the phone and called the police.
The security guards chased the guy around the parking lot until police arrived.
“Is it bad that I have the chicken dance song running through my head as I’m watching this?” I ask my manager.
Day 20 —If you could go on only one more vacation in your lifetime, where would you go and why?
That’s easy: the Galapagos Islands. I would go there because of the animals. Especially the iguanas. But the finches and tortoises sound cool too. I would also go there because of the heat. Though, if I could only go on one more vacation, I’d make it a year long affair. I’d backpack around South America. If there was time, I’d then go to Europe. Actually, I may just never come home. That counts as one vacation, right? Or is living on the road just a lifestyle? In that case, I’d just take up the lifestyle and never use my one vacation.
Day 19 —Write a list of 25 (or just 5!) things you want to do in your life.
1)Get married (if you had asked me this question a few years ago, this would not have made my list, but now I’m really looking forward to it)
2)Have children (last year I didn’t plan to have children before I was 30, but now I find myself wanting children yesterday)
3)Buy a house (I know, I’m boring)
4)Get a dog (I have two adorable cats, now I just need an equally adorable puppy)
5)Sell my book (sooner rather than later, preferably. I need to get back to it…)
6)Live on an acreage (my fiancé and I want want to be as self-sufficient as possible)
7)Travel the world (Especially South America)
8)Start a community center (this is a recent goal of mine)
9)Have my upcoming conference be a success and become a recurring event (it’s a lot of work to throw a conference, but it’s definitely something I’m passionate about)
10)Become a public speaker (focusing primarily on Feminism, LGBT issues, and atheism)
11)Become a popular author (if I’m going to become an author, I might as well make a living of it, right?)
12)Have one of my books turned into a movie (Or…maybe…more than a living)
13)Become more politically involved (I vote, but I’d like to do more)
14)Become more involved in my activism (I do some, but I think it’s important to do what you can to improve the world)
15)Adopt some children (preferably siblings)
16)Go to Dragon Con (actually, I’d like to go to all the cons I can)
17)Meet Mercedes Lackey, Tamora Pierce, and Neil Gaimon (again, I’d like to meet as many of my favourite authors as possible. Yet another reason to become a well-known author)
18)Meet Aron Ra (a popular YouTube atheist)
19)Start a Podcast (not sure what on yet, but Podcast’s are fun)
20)Have one of my stories go viral (because who doesn’t want that kind of popularity for their blog?)
21)Go on another cruise (the first one was in the Caribbean)
22)Graduate from university (which will likely happen in April)
23)Get a PhD (someday…)
24)Write a non-fiction book that I’m able to get published (either on Feminism or atheism)
25)Stop drinking so much pop (I’m kind of addicted…)
Day 18 —Take a reader behind the wheel with the worst driver you’ve ever known.
I wasn’t there when it happened, and I don’t generally get into a vehicle with him driving, but my brother did manage to hit a house once. I have no idea how, so I can’t really take you behind the wheel of that one. I’m not sure that I can say my brother is the worst driver I know though. My cousin has rolled like three vehicles and totalled a few more. He’s 22. But I don’t know enough about what he was doing in those situations to take you behind the wheel there either.