More notes from my extremely glamorous life.

“Extremely glamorous” is extremely stretching the truth this week. I mean, even more so than usual.

  • I’ve been back at work, though in practice that means a sort of 10:50 split where I spend 10 minutes in every hour actually working, and then just have a quick break for a few minutes watching videos on youtube and oh hey 50 minutes have passed. I should write a book on my killer time management techniques.
  • Most of my time outside of work has been spent on the sofa. Well, there, and on the bus to/from work, which has very inconveniently been diverted onto a long roundabout route due to roadworks. I can’t wait til I’ve recovered enough to cycle again. On the plus side, I still had black eyes this past week which meant that taking a seat on the bus felt like a totally justifiable “I need a seat, I’m injured” thing, rather than an “I’m too lazy to stand up” thing.
  • While hanging out on the sofa, I’ve been re-reading the Hyperbole and a Half book (the blog, if you’re not already aware of it). I’m a bit spooked by how true it rings. For example, from the chapter “Identity part one”: “Being a good person is a very important part of my identity, but being a genuinely good person is time-consuming and complicated. You don’t have to be a good person to feel like a good person, though. There’s a loophole I found where I don’t do good, helpful things, but I keep myself in a perpetual state of thinking I might. The fact that I think about doing nice things almost feels like actually doing them. I get to feel all the good feelings without any of the inconvenience. It’s disgusting how proud of myself I am for things I’ve never done.” ALLIE BROSH PLEASE STOP WRITING ABOUT ME.
  • Terrible photo, but one of the plants I was given bloomed this week and it looks really cool:

    I can't believe I haven't managed to kill it yet.

    I can’t believe I haven’t managed to kill it yet.

  • I mentioned last week that the municipal police fined me for jaywalking. Which, honestly, I think is silly but I’m not too bothered by it. After all, I got a week in hospital for free, so you win some, you lose some. But now, the carabinieri (a different police force; do not ask me how Italian police forces work) want to talk to me. If you never hear from me again, it’s because they’ve decided to one-up the municipal police and arrest me for my jaywalking ways.

3 thoughts on “More notes from my extremely glamorous life.

    1. Where's Zoe Now? Post author

      Neither did I! And no one I’ve spoken to has heard of anyone ever being fined for it… a first time for everything I guess!

      On Mon, Mar 23, 2015 at 12:40 PM, Where's Zoe now? wrote:



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