Self-errands

Ryan used to tell me, when we parted ways, that he needed to “do the rounds”. Yes, I get that. But I just preferred to say “running errands”, even though the definition of errands is doing tasks on someone else’s behalf. Either way, in the context of this blog post, let’s think of errands as mini-missions, which can be for yourself or for someone else.

Yesterday I had a mini-mission: shopping.

Right, that isn’t really practical. I went shopping with my mum and my brother, meaning that we all had to make a bit of a sacrifice. My mum was sacrificing her day off, and her time, for me. I was sacrificing my reading time and day off as well (I’d worked all week), but in turn she was doing me a favour. Since my brother was tagging along, I had to sacrifice some of my time knowing full well that he had some things in mind to buy too.

I suppose we weren’t doing this for fun; we actually need some new clothes. My brother’s feet are growing fast and he needs new shoes; his shirts are getting too small and he needs new ones. I’m running out of skirts (no really, I know it’s unimaginable that someone like me could be running out of skirts, but when you think about it, all I really wear is my “signature skirt”, the same blue denim skirt I wear practically everywhere), and I am also in need of some simple girly tees.

I’m bored of band shirts and geek shirts.

A little. Just a little. I’m not lying, I’m trying to be honest. I just want… more girly tees?

Either way, I’ll admit it. I’m a girl and sometimes I want new clothes.

I had a mini-mission: Find a new skirt. The sad thing is that I didn’t, and at the end of the day I walked away with two new pairs of jeans. Jeans?! Georgina wearing jeans? What have I done?

For those who know me well, I hate jeans. But I found jeans that actually fit me. I know, the legs were too long as usual because I’m ridiculously tiny, but they actually fit me. I can’t wait to wear them. I hope they don’t loosen up and get bigger later like the majority of my jeans did. πŸ™

Parking at the shopping centre was free for three hours, but we checked the time and realised we would have to pay a fee because we had our car parked for three hours and five minutes. My mum was unfamiliar with how to use the pay machine, so my brother instructed her to put the parking ticket in.

The screen just read, “Thank you for shopping. Drive safely”. We were just confused for a moment, then my brother said, “We don’t have to pay, I guess.”
“The time on the machine said 16:26. We were right on time, exactly three hours…” I said as we ran to our car. “Hurry!”
I didn’t realise that we didn’t actually have to run because the machine had printed 16:26 on the ticket, exactly three hours after we had arrived. We got out of the carpark without any hassle. Another minute and we would have had to pay. πŸ˜›

Another mini-mission. Change phone providers. Yesterday I approached Vodafone, my phone provider, and asked them to change my dad’s details to my own. As my phone number was registered under my dad’s name when I was underage, and now I’m an adult, I thought it would be best to do that before I changed providers. After the man at the Vodafone store asked for identification and such, he realised that he made a mistake and I could not change my dad’s details to my own unless I changed plans to post-paid. He couldn’t make any kind of exception and the details would not be changed because of some idiotic “policy”. I don’t know what policy doesn’t let you change owner details unless you change to a post-paid plan. Sounds like they’re trying to fork us into a contract. 😑

After that happened, I decided to go to Optus (my new provider! πŸ˜„) with my dad. Thankfully, they could switch my number to their network under my dad’s name, and later I would be able to change to my details. The people in-store are really friendly. My mum doesn’t like their phone representatives though. I have to agree I prefer to go in-store when it comes to mobile phone issues. I don’t like waiting on the line when I call customer service. Mini-mission: Complete!

On another happy note, I went to the brain centre today to have some tests done eight weeks after taking my medication. It’s not a true and final conclusion but they have found that I have responded so well to the medication that I don’t have depression anymore. I’m not sure how much longer I have to take the medication but it has to stay this way – so I predict it’ll still be quite some time.

So how do I feel? Great, really. πŸ™‚ I don’t know if I’ve noticed it too much myself but I don’t feel as easily irritated, I haven’t felt down for no reason, and I haven’t felt stressed despite working almost full-time. Normally I’d complain about going to the shops or doing chores but I have complained so much less. I have had less time for having “me time” and have been out and about doing things that need to be done, but I don’t feel like it’s wasting my time at all. I’m not itching to go on the internet and I’ve found my love for reading again… I think this is going very positively. β™₯️

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