This is one of those posts a lot of people seem to make on their blogs, and I don’t really expect anyone to read it or care, but it seems like the sort of thing I should have in my archived posts, I guess. For those of you who are interested, I thought I’d detail how my day goes when I’m not in classes.
There may be a Day in the Life post for when I’m in classes later. I’m not sure. We’ll see how I feel about this format.
My life, I think, is not particularly interesting, but I go through it every day, so what do I know?
6:30 – Wake Up.
This sometimes happens at 7:00 instead. I’ve gotten lazy about wake-up time during the break.
I get up. I have a cigarette and check the weather by standing out on the back deck while I smoke. I feed the cat, and deliver his insulin injection. I take the dog out to go potty. I get dressed in whatever seems comfortable, pack up my laptop, charger, water bottle, and a light breakfast. I load up my keychain pill canister with my morning pills. Then I grab my backpack and go catch the bus downtown.
8:30 – Office Time Begins.
I reach downtown and head to a local coffee shop that offers refills and free wifi. I sit down, pull out my bullet journal, review appointments and errands for the day and use them to build my to-do list. All analog at this point, haven’t even opened my laptop. Sometimes I do this while I’m waiting for a table with an outlet to open up. I eat my light breakfast and swallow my pills with my first cup of coffee.
I read at least two articles about management or marketing or SEO, usually from LinkedIn or my marketing list on Twitter. I note down the website, the author, and the title of the article, along with any interesting takeaways or concepts that require further research. Hopefully I find something worth posting to LinkedIn. On Wednesdays I share a post from this very blog.
I think of something writerly and engaging to post to my Author page on Facebook. I tweet something. I check these items off of my to-do list.
9:30 – Second Cup of Coffee.
Self-doubt begins to creep in. I open my journal and turn to my list of potential blog post topics and pick one or two. I write a blog post or two, and check my scheduled posts to make sure I don’t have a gap coming up.
I look for free stock photos for the new blog posts and upload them to Canva. I forgive myself for not being a designer. I upload the photo(s).
I schedule the blog posts. I sit back in my chair and check social media feeds. This is a compulsion; there is no reason to do it other than that I need a break from the constant focus of writing.
Check to see if there’s anything interesting nearby on Pokemon Go.
I check my email. I consider declaring email bankruptcy and starting over. I realize that there are all kinds of images and marked up book covers in that morass accessible only by the gmail search function. Immediately give up.
11:00 – Third Cup of Coffee.
Starting to feel nauseated from the coffee but got a good amount of caffeine in my system now.
Check to see if that blog post you wrote for a client is live now, and agonize about how to pop it into your online writing portfolio.
Go through old school projects to see if there’s anything left from that era that’s worthwhile. Format some old personal essays for the blog.
Chat with other coffee shop regulars.
Consult your to-do list. Check things off. Add new things. Check for phone calls to be made and appointments to be rescheduled. Make phone calls.
Use the coffee shop restroom without examining the toilet seat. Acknowledge that there is now a stranger’s urine drying slowly on the back of my thigh. Consider what a disgustingly human and poetic image of connection this is. Write it in my bullet journal for a future project.
12:00 – 1:00 – Work is Done. Errands Time.
I run any errands on my to-do list. This takes a minimum of three hours to do by bus because buses bend time. In a bad way.
I’m in the bad part of my caffeine buzz now, starting to feel agitated and a little shaky.
I, of course, skip this part if there are no errands and skip ahead to…
3:00 – 4:00 – Errands Are Complete, Head Home.
Ah, it’s nap time.
4:00 – 5:00 – Housework Time.
I set aside time for housework every day. I don’t always get it done, but setting aside the time makes it more likely that I will.
The housework usually involves the kitchen, dishes, etc. I have technically vacuumed before. Sometimes I do laundry or scrub the toilet.
I feel virtuous and absolved for about fifteen minutes.
5:00 – 6:00 – Dinner.
Usually leftovers. Eaten at my desk, usually while watching YouTube.
5:30 – 6:30 – Self Care Time.
Get personal care stuff under control, like detangling my hair and clipping my nails and taking my evening pills. I tell myself I’ll meditate but usually don’t. Feed the cat, give him his second dose of insulin. Sometimes, I even shower.
7:00 – Video Games.
Sometimes I don’t feel like video games, and in those cases I peruse YouTube for delicious video content. Usually though, I do feel like video games. Hop on Discord voice chat.
9:30 – Nighttime Chores.
I scoop the litter box, brush my teeth, take the dog out to potty, add water to the humidifier and empty water from the dehumidifier (as needed). I give myself one more chance to decide to meditate. I usually tell myself I will do it tomorrow night.
The cat gets another feeding because if I don’t feed him right before bedtime he will wake me up at 4:30 in the morning.
I close out the day in my bullet journal. I am not as good about this as I would like you to think I am, so let’s just say I do it every night. I migrate undone to dos to future dates. I add some to-dids to make myself feel better about my day. I move any blog post ideas, fiction ideas, notes for future therapy sessions, and other errata to their respective pages in the journal. I consult my monthly calendar for any appointments for the next day, and look up bus schedules as needed.
10:00 – Bedtime.
Get in bed. Put on a sleepcast. Kick the wrinkles out of my top sheet. After an hour to ninety minutes, fall asleep.
Now you know what it takes to be an unemployed MBA student on summer break. Do you have what it takes?