I don't know if you can tell from the photo, but this laundry bag is heavy. The longer I stare at it, the less guilty I feel for sneaking (ok, stealing) $10 in change from Luke's coin jar every week for my bus fares. Conveniently, his dry cleaning place is open from 9am-6pm. Luke is usually at work by 7:30/8am and home at 8pm or later. Hmmm...looks like someone will be making the long 40-minute trek from her Upper East Side apartment to the Lower East Side tomorrow to pick up some dry cleaning! Awesome!
It gets better. Later this morning I got an email from Liza saying:
I realize you have a lot going on, but could you pick up my laundry and dry cleaning? I left the yellow slips on the coffee table. I would be forever grateful! Let me know.
I must say, I do appreciate Liza's passive-aggressive approach over Luke's direct one. But don't think for a second that you have me fooled, Liza. "I realize you have a lot going on.." Right there, she's easing me into her question by showing empathy. And then ending with "forever grateful" reinforces her appreciation and makes it sound as if this is the very last favor she will everrrr ever ever ask of me again. Please, I know these tricks. I invented these tricks.
Right, I get it. Everyone assumes I have the time to do these "little" favors here and there because I don't have a full-time job and an office to go to every day. But just in case there are skeptics out there that wonder what the heck I am doing all day long, I will tell you.
This morning I woke up at 6:15am and completed the following before noon:
-Scoured job websites for new postings
-Applied to three jobs and wrote three different cover letters (cover letters suuuuck!)
-Dropped off Luke's laundry and dry cleaning
-Wrote two blogs
-Sent out five follow-up emails to editors
-Did my 30-minute Physique57 video
-Ran across the Williamsburg bridge and back
Maybe it doesn't seem like quite so much now that I'm looking at it. All I know is, I've been non-stop since I woke up this morning. I'm actually working harder now than I did when I was working full-time. I can now say that I truly understand Rick Ross when he said, "Everyday I'm hustlin'." Rick, I am HUSTLIN' yo. The only difference is, I don't have 20 mill in the bank with ice dripping from my wrists.
Ok, this is the moment where I stop throwing a pity party and remind myself of this.
But does anyone out there feel for me just a little? Can you relate??