The Weekend

Weekends are mini-vacations that come to slow and go to quick. I love the weekends; I spend my time doing nothing but catch up on sleep and from time to time I run errands that can’t be finished during the work week. This also gives me a chance to work on building my table. It’s just that I hate waking up so early and driving to work! What is worse is that I am also that person who cannot go to sleep early and has no patience whatsoever. Not a good combo, but it has been something that I have been doing well ever since freshmen year. I need my sleep or I do not function well. Bringing me to why I am talking about loving my sleep…I overslept and was late for work. I love my work and I love what I do…it’s the waking up bit that hard to get over.

I have a routine; more like a ritual that I go through every morning. I wake up and hit the snooze button twice. And then finally I wake up and ponder whether I should call in sick. Then I take a quick glance at my desk and remember about the bills I have to pay so naturally I’m up making my bed. I take my nice soft towel that I purchased from Target for $11 and head to the bathroom. I take a dump, and then brush my teeth… (Yes I DO wash my hands after I take my dump)…then jump into the shower. I take exactly 8 minutes in the shower working myself from top to bottom. I only wash my hair once my feet are clean. I don’t know why, but this is something that I noticed yesterday; probably something that I picked up from boarding school. After “lather, rinse, and repeating” the cocoa butter bath soap on me with my luffa sponge, I shampoo. I don’t use conditioner because it thins my hair and makes it too soft, which collides with my minty smelling herbal tea hair product fixer thingy. And then eight minutes later I’m in my room trying to figure out what to wear. That’s the routine…weekend or no weekend…that’s my routine.

The weekend. It’s hard to sum up a feeling so wonderful and joyous in one sentence. So much happened over this weekend. This is the 2-second preview…pay attention. Friends came to visit…about 7 of them. We had about ten people in our apt. It was fun…it was a preview of what it’ll be like in three weeks once everyone is back from their summer break. Friday I accompanied my beloved sister and cousin on a college information session/tour at two universities. It brought back memories of when I had to go through the same process. It was boring, but very informative. I remember my dad taking me to MIT; which ended up with me, my brother, and my cousin falling asleep. The papa wasn’t too happy about that. During the information session on Friday, I realized that I wanted to go back to school and get my masters. Education is amazing when you think about it. Education can shape your future, and for some even re-shape the present. A proper education with a cup full of time and effort can lead to a wonderful job and to endless opportunities… (Remind me to look into this please).

For the rest of the weekend we explored the city again; sightseeing, you know…the touristy thing to do. This also brought back my hate for taxi drivers. I understand they’re trying to make a living and that their pay depends on the number of customers they pick up. But that doesn’t mean they can run red lights, ignore pedestrian crossings, cut off other drivers without signaling, or even honk their horn as soon as it turns green. Taxi drivers are the rudest, most annoying, and most dangerous drivers on the road. If only I were a policeman ….interesting thought isn’t it…me becoming a policeman. Can you imagine if I became a policeman; I’d probably ticket every cab driver; especially those who don’t signal when making turns. The law says, and I quote from the state website…

”Every person operating a motor vehicle, before stopping said vehicle or making any turning movement which would affect the operation of any other vehicle, shall give a plainly visible signal by activating the brake lights or directional lights or signal as provided on said vehicle...”.

Take that! Stupid cab drivers who think they own the road and think they can play god by running through lights and almost hitting pedestrians and honking the horn unnecessarily while talking on the phone. How about we just hand you a $100 ticket…and here’s another $100 ticket for thinking you’re cool! Ka-POW! I would help the state generate more income with all the tickets I would give out. The state should just hand me an honorary police badge. Police badges are good with the ladies…and also provide many discounts at certain places…like the BK lounge.

So that was the weekend. A good weekend…one of the best weekends.



Something to ponder over:

"Karmanu ave adhikars te ma phalesu kadachana ma karmaphal hetur bhoo ma sangostu akramani".

~Bhagavad Gita

Translation:

“Thou hast power only to act not over the result thereof. Act thou therefore without prospect of the result and without succumbing to inaction”