Hey All.
Just now, in case you missed it, I'm a little bit busy. Not as busy as say, a full time working mum with three sets of twins, who home-bakes all her meals and mills her own flour, but busy. ;)
Because people - the countdown has started. 2 WEEKS LEFT! Yeah, seriously!
After these two weeks I will never have to do maths ever again, and you will never have to read maths related posts ever again!
Can I get a thank goodness?
I probably shouldn't be writing on a blog of any sort seeing how much actual work I have to do, but its all so boring and there's so much of it that I got scared. That's why I'm hiding underneath this blanket of security called the internet. Call me a procrastinator, call me lazy, call me motivational-less, because you're right. I have ZERO motivation right about now. I have ZERO interest in SAT tests and modern history assignments and bible assessments and maths exams. Zero. Nil. Big fat goose egg. Working as a check-out chick and scanning half eaten squeeze yoghurts while the little kids that were eating them scream and kick the counter actually sounds sickly appealing.
Until those kids who can't keep their little fingers to themselves and touch EVERYTHING and press EVERY button come through the checkout, and cause me to have a mini-heart attack about them breaking the very expensive eftpos machine. (Wow, run on sentence. I'm stressed. Be fair.)
Or the people who decide its perfectly fine to leave everything in the basket and let you wrestle with the packets of spaghetti stuck between the basket handles while they watch you with a condemning 'hurry up' stare.
Or the ones who blame the girls who have been at the checkout ALL DAY for the special ticket missing from a display at the back of the store.
Or the ones who come all the way back into the store because one checkout girl forgot to mark down their long beans and holds up the whole line to get back the 10 cents that they were cheated out of. (Seriously people, buy fresh. Marked down beans are not worth it.)
Or the ones who are 'Just running to grab some milk!' and then come back ten minutes later with two trolleys and ten baskets full of everything but milk, all the while holding up the line of very busy, and a little bit grumpy, customers.
On second thought, Modern History is sounding very appealing.
Extremely.
Goodbye for now - I will write again when I am a free women and the burnt plastic smell of my maths books has pretty much left the house.
God bless!
Gracie
Just now, in case you missed it, I'm a little bit busy. Not as busy as say, a full time working mum with three sets of twins, who home-bakes all her meals and mills her own flour, but busy. ;)
Because people - the countdown has started. 2 WEEKS LEFT! Yeah, seriously!
After these two weeks I will never have to do maths ever again, and you will never have to read maths related posts ever again!
Can I get a thank goodness?
I probably shouldn't be writing on a blog of any sort seeing how much actual work I have to do, but its all so boring and there's so much of it that I got scared. That's why I'm hiding underneath this blanket of security called the internet. Call me a procrastinator, call me lazy, call me motivational-less, because you're right. I have ZERO motivation right about now. I have ZERO interest in SAT tests and modern history assignments and bible assessments and maths exams. Zero. Nil. Big fat goose egg. Working as a check-out chick and scanning half eaten squeeze yoghurts while the little kids that were eating them scream and kick the counter actually sounds sickly appealing.
Until those kids who can't keep their little fingers to themselves and touch EVERYTHING and press EVERY button come through the checkout, and cause me to have a mini-heart attack about them breaking the very expensive eftpos machine. (Wow, run on sentence. I'm stressed. Be fair.)
Or the people who decide its perfectly fine to leave everything in the basket and let you wrestle with the packets of spaghetti stuck between the basket handles while they watch you with a condemning 'hurry up' stare.
Or the ones who blame the girls who have been at the checkout ALL DAY for the special ticket missing from a display at the back of the store.
Or the ones who come all the way back into the store because one checkout girl forgot to mark down their long beans and holds up the whole line to get back the 10 cents that they were cheated out of. (Seriously people, buy fresh. Marked down beans are not worth it.)
Or the ones who are 'Just running to grab some milk!' and then come back ten minutes later with two trolleys and ten baskets full of everything but milk, all the while holding up the line of very busy, and a little bit grumpy, customers.
On second thought, Modern History is sounding very appealing.
Extremely.
Goodbye for now - I will write again when I am a free women and the burnt plastic smell of my maths books has pretty much left the house.
God bless!
Gracie
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