Adulting is Weird

A list of stuff I managed to forget to bring:
Bras
Tanks
Black slacks
Trash can
Eye solution
Laundry basket
Clorox wipes
Shower slippers
Duffel bag
Febreeze
Moisturizer
Essential oils
Wet wipes
Toothpaste
Clothes hangers

First day of work wasn’t too bad. It’s always like that initially. I’m glad it was over Zoom. Which infamous icebreaker did I get this time? “Tell us an interesting fact about yourself.” I blanked, lied, and told everyone I went to a Pilates class for the first time (im fat, I dont work out). They helped us go through training, IT, and timesheets. I have yet to start the ‘real stuff’, and that makes me terrified.

The other night, my sister came to town and invited my mom and I out to eat dinner. My mom was happy. It’s been so long since my sister and I have voluntarily gone out with each other. The last time was in Vietnam, but that was really because we had no choice. Other than that…maybe 3 years? My long-time feud with her lasted before the new family from Vietnam came, and even then, it was rare for us to go out with each other. I still don’t forgive my sister for what she did, but it’s also evident that time apart has helped us. After we ate, my sister came back to my place to help me set up a rolling clothes rack since my room doesn’t have a closet. It was hers, too, but she decided to give it to me and even set it up so late in the night.

The room itself is ungodly hot. The city is supposed to be colder than where I lived before, but the insulating of the house has me sweating buckets. The house also seems to have ant problems, but hey I’m not one to complain. Also, what house out there doesn’t have SOME type of issue.

Earlier today, I was making instant noodles, the dry kind not the soupy kind. As I was mixing the flavoring into the noodles, my hand slipped, and the bowl fell to the ground…face down. The owner and her son were right across the kitchen in the living room watching TV and were about to come in any second to see if I was using the kitchen alright. If they see the noodles on the floor, the owner might pity me too much and offer to make me food again, and that will make me feel indebted. If I can trash it instantly, again, they’ll find out and feel bad for me when I come out to the living room empty handed. With my limited thinking and almost no time, I scooped the saucy noodles with my bare hands, put it back in the bowl as if nothing happened, and actively tried hiding my sauced up hands while running to wash it off in the bathroom. A quick little wipe off the floors and none were the wiser. I ate the food in front of them in the dining area as if nothing was wrong. With each bite, I’d occasionally inspect the look of the noodles. Is that black speck a dried herb, or a dead ant from the ground? Something just poked my cheek…is that normal or should I be alarmed? I tried to keep my mind off of it as much as possible, because reading more and more into it would do me no good.

So far, I’ve been to work through Zoom and have yet to actually go in office. I’m terrified for when the day arrives. Should be soon :(