Three hours into the afternoon and today turned out to be a happy mishap. I planned to exercise today with a downtown excursion to motivate some more kilos off of my frame, but even while it pointedly worked, there was also the impetuous side of consumerism to waste my gains again away.
The point of the trip into town this morning was to update my résumé and also to fax my credentials off.
A Planned Day In Town
I woke up at ten to type a fresh, honest résumé and planned a day in town around it. That plan made today a landmark day because reasons to visit town other than for fitness have suffered a long hiatus since those weakly structured trips made me succumb to the wanton need of spending.
I used to make the symbolic cross into the central business district because of boredom and so was never able to save. The decadence has been since put to rest however, as daily structure like gym visits balance the associated restlessness, until today when the whole purpose of my trip balanced around a need to print my résumé. However, this alone was flimsy. So when it was noticed in the net café that the wrong floppy disk of saved information was carted down, my sole solid purpose turned the rest of my day inside out.
Buying A Motorola Mobile Phone
Today was about opportunity. It would have been nice to print my résumé, visit the link and fax my qualifications to an agency. But instead; the time was used to round up a potential list of mobile phones to buy.
I have no money obviously, but Yazmin has been on my mind to call and to put to rest this one or so weeks of distance we have had since exchanging numbers. I have wanted to send her a message. So since the opportunity arose today to speed up the process, the usually outlawed bad-habited spending was put on ropes for its sake.
Up and down the main street the shops were perused earning all sorts of attention on phone prices and sizes. On the circus went for an hour, which is when one hundred and sixty dollars was withdrawn, and a nice, small Motorola bought. I had deep pockets today, but it could have been worse if the bank let me.
A Phone Opens Many Doors
I came home afterwards nevertheless. Now the phone is on charge waiting for me to seize that all-important first opportunity. I have a mobile phone at least now, which is a better option than having spent money on sex. I have a product instead of the usual relief, and so am up there with all my friends and even mum.
I can now be canvassed by potential employers and should still be close to my goal of eliminating the overdraft by the close of this month. I will need to make solider plans and not easily susceptible wayward ones like today however, but the rest of this month should now be different.
I wonder what will happen and if company will keep me from boredom?
I wonder if every other day outside of the gym will see me socialize with Yazmin, or if not, out looking for work?
I feel more alive and able, especially around people, so will the chances come easy?
I hope so. This month can either be bound by stepping stones or it can flounder on the same lost principles that have led me further and further afield. Each day teaches me however, and one day its teachings will proudly send me in a direction, happy and content.
Diary Of A Mad Chaos is a daily diary written from March 1996 until today, of which individual books and book series have been created, namely “The Lost Years” an exploration of young, entwined love, the “Wubao In China (猎艳奇缘)” book series which provides an extensive comparative analysis of the cultural differences between Eastern and Western societies, and the book titled “Foreigner (华人)” an exploration of race relations in Australia.
