The Life of an Overworked Girl
I shouldn't be calling myself girl anymore. I am a woman. I need to own it. But it's hard to own it if you don't look it. Or that's what I'd like to think.
I actually got called out for not posting anything in like two days (thanks Lyka!) Although yes, it has been on the back burner and I do have that itch to post again but I've been spending extra hours at the office that I've let it slip through my fingers.
After planning for months to pump my tires and go for a ride, I finally got up at 530am yesterday morning and actually did it. You see, the bike I have isn't really mine. I adopted it from my best friend Jones who moved to the UK to pursue her nursing career. Her whole family's gone as well and so she was willing to have me look after her bike. For a little over a year though, it had been chained up in the carpark, collecting dust and at one time, one of the building janitors even stole the seat. Eventually, he got caught thanks to CCTV footage and was reprimanded and got fired.
When Jones passed the bike onto me, I used to ride to the swimming pool and back on Sundays so I did end up having a full body workout (not like it really did anything but meh). So on Saturday night, determined that the ride was going to happen, I filled up my Camelbak with water and placed it in the fridge, got out my helmet, my bike gloves, strapped on my GoPro and even laid out my bike outfit. I set my alarm to wake up really early as to avoid the city traffic.
Things didn't go as smoothly as I had hoped because I was too hooked on the idea of going out for a ride that I had forgotten about the small things; 1) I couldn't find the keys to the chain around my bike; 2) Because I had left the bike to collect dust, it obviously wasn't tuned up properly and the back tire was making a really bad sound; and worse of all 3) Because my seat had been stolen, when I tried to put it back on, it was just wiggling. I finally found the key and I rode it to Quiapo to get it tuned up.
I would go on more about it.. but I need to leave this office and be productive with the rest of my life.
I actually got called out for not posting anything in like two days (thanks Lyka!) Although yes, it has been on the back burner and I do have that itch to post again but I've been spending extra hours at the office that I've let it slip through my fingers.
After planning for months to pump my tires and go for a ride, I finally got up at 530am yesterday morning and actually did it. You see, the bike I have isn't really mine. I adopted it from my best friend Jones who moved to the UK to pursue her nursing career. Her whole family's gone as well and so she was willing to have me look after her bike. For a little over a year though, it had been chained up in the carpark, collecting dust and at one time, one of the building janitors even stole the seat. Eventually, he got caught thanks to CCTV footage and was reprimanded and got fired.
When Jones passed the bike onto me, I used to ride to the swimming pool and back on Sundays so I did end up having a full body workout (not like it really did anything but meh). So on Saturday night, determined that the ride was going to happen, I filled up my Camelbak with water and placed it in the fridge, got out my helmet, my bike gloves, strapped on my GoPro and even laid out my bike outfit. I set my alarm to wake up really early as to avoid the city traffic.
Things didn't go as smoothly as I had hoped because I was too hooked on the idea of going out for a ride that I had forgotten about the small things; 1) I couldn't find the keys to the chain around my bike; 2) Because I had left the bike to collect dust, it obviously wasn't tuned up properly and the back tire was making a really bad sound; and worse of all 3) Because my seat had been stolen, when I tried to put it back on, it was just wiggling. I finally found the key and I rode it to Quiapo to get it tuned up.
I would go on more about it.. but I need to leave this office and be productive with the rest of my life.