I prefer showers to baths. I imagine this comes from apartment living - the bath tubs are usually just big enough and not terribly comfortable. The one I have now isn't difficult to get out of, but it doesn't slope at all, so I have to sit up straight and back my neck against a corner and risk getting a cramp. I should be grateful, considering the stories of my mother's tub in Italy, which has been described as a very deep coffin without a lid. We have spent much time devising different ways to escape an Italian bathtub.
But I digress. Thursday was one of my days off and I had absolutely no plans. I had a very rough week at work prior to that day off, so I was trying to think of ways to spoil myself that did not involve food or being unconscious for long periods of time. I decided on a bath. Now, had I not spent the last couple of months making frequent visits to my local Lush store, I probably would not have bothered, but my bathroom is currently overflowing with Lush products and I'd prefer they did not get dusty with disuse. So I put on a hair mask (The Strokes, which smells like beer, cognac and lemon...which is pretty much what it's made of) to both condition and kill some of the volume, tied my hair up in a bun, grabbed a good book and started the hot water. I crumbled a whole Magic Mushroom bubble bar (smells like strawberries and vanilla) into the running water, then (because I have a gazillion of them right now) I tossed in a Butterball bath bomb (vanilla-y and moisturizing) and waited for the tub to fill.
The tub was as uncomfortable as I remembered, but it's also deep and I have one of those drain covers that keeps the water level where you want it, so it was still enjoyable. I didn't get very far in my book because I just don't have the patience to sit in a tub of hot water and hurt my neck like that, but between my Mask of Magnaminty and a good foot scrub, I managed to spend a fair amount of time soaking, getting clean and enjoying the bright pink, scented water.
There is a difference between doing something to relax and being lazy. I fear I have been too much of the latter lately. This was the first time in a long time that I made the decision to do something good for myself that would have a lasting effect. Now I just need to invest in a large bath pillow so I'm prepared for the next time.
It's a grey day out there, though it doesn't seem to have rained yet. I usually don't get bothered by moody weather, but working at night so much has really made me miss sunshine. It seems unbearable to me that it isn't bright outside. I don't mind rain, but I want some sunlight peeking through the clouds now and again. I am doing my best to survive this shift, which I have to put up with until the beginning of April, but I can safely say that I hate it. I can't stand being stuck inside that building (which has crap ventilation and windows that do not open) for nine hours straight. I would go out front on my breaks, but it is freezing in the middle of the night and it seems like I'm the only non-smoker in the building (I would prefer to really get fresh air, which seems unlikely given the company I'll find outdoors). There just isn't a whole lot of joy on Graveyard. It was bad enough knowing there wouldn't be that many phone calls (I get bored easily), but I hadn't thought about how I would feel being up all night and so tired in the morning. I like to be fresh in the morning. And I mean that in many ways, but literally not stinking would be good and I do, after a nine hour shift surrounded by smokers in a building with little to no ventilation. I leave feeling greasy and grimy and desperately wanting a shower and fresh clothes. It reminds me of being in my twenties and spending too much time in smoky bars. My skin is starting to reflect that kind of atmosphere. Can I make it through another month and a half of this ickiness? Well, yes, I have to and so I will. It really is as simple as that. I will also do my best to enjoy it, but that means that my days off are going to need to be filled with spectacular loveliness.
So Thursday was my spa and TV day. Now it's Friday, my last day off, and I'm going to spend it with my best friends and a wee girl child. Jess is coming over this afternoon to help me go through the remaining boxes that I've been afraid to deal with from the move and Glenn is bringing Tam and Stella to have lunch with us. We're not doing anything extravagant, just making sandwiches with a variety of chips. I suppose I should go get some beverages, too, but we'll see how much time I'm left with. With that amount of company, I have to actually clean my apartment first (especially with one of my friend's kids coming over). I have three hours as of now and I still have to shower, so I best be on with it.
I think it will be a very happy day. I hope that it will be so happy and sunshine-y on the inside that it will get me through the following four days of night.
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