Well, fuck me!
Somebody must have pissed all over 2020's Cornflakes because she really isn't messing around, is she?
Who else adopted the “2020 is going to be my year” mantra? I was definitely one of the suckers that did and now I feel truly mugged off. And who do we have to blame for that? Corona-fucking-Virus!
I'm not going to go into the logistics of what COVID-19 is as I am sure you're all aware and if you're anything like me then you are probably sick of talking about it but yet it's all you seem to talk about. I am going to have a moment of selfishness though if you don't mind. If you do mind then now is your time to exit the browser and carry on with your day.
Because of the motherfucking Corona Virus, my holiday to Budapest has been canceled.
Am I annoyed? No, not really. Luckily for me, things like this don't infuriate me as it's simply out of my control and it's not worth the energy.
Is it annoying? Absolutely. It's very, very annoying. I don't tend to go away a lot so I've really been looking forward to it. It was for my friend's birthday and it was going to be over Easter weekend when I really should have been working. What makes it even more annoying is that I booked to go to Amsterdam last year and 4 hours before my flight was due to take off, that also got canceled.
So I am most definitely cursed. I don't think I will be booking to go anywhere ever again as quite clearly I'm an omen and the universe does not think I should step foot out of the UK. Brilliant.
To top it off, when we would've come back from Budapest we were also due to go and see Pussycat Dolls which has now been postponed until October.
Annoyed? No. Annoying? Yes!
Remember it's out of my control and let's look at the positives; at least they rescheduled and it wasn't completely canceled.
Now it's just a waiting game to see what else gets canceled really. London Pride has just been postponed and I imagine Birmingham Pride will follow suit. Mighty Hoopla is at the beginning of June and I am not feeling hopeful that that will still take place which saddens me because it was one of the highlights of 2019 for me.
So my social life is up in the air but at least I have a job to go to to keep my busy and sane. WRONG!
So I work for an independent café and we decided to close last Wednesday. Not only were we incredibly quiet due to Boris Johnson telling the nation to avoid restaurants, pubs and bars (but not actually forcing us to close, dickhead), but we felt it was irresponsible of us to remain open and potentially infect others and potentially getting infected ourselves. But considering I'm not on a salary this currently means I'm a teeny-weeny bit fucked.
Am I worried? No. Is it worrying? Yes!
I know I keep saying it, but it's literally out of my hands so I'm not going to get myself worked up over it. I'm under the impression that the government is going to help out those who won't be getting any form of income so fingers crossed that happens quickly or else I'm going to be selling my body in order to pay my rent. (Not sure I'll get much business though seen as we are all meant to be self-isolating)
I'm trying my best to self-isolate as much as possible. I decided to come back to Kendal for the week and see if I preferred being bored shitless here rather than being bored shitless at my flat in Manchester. Being in Manchester means I have no food in and I refuse to go to the supermarket and have to endure all the Karens' panic buying everything. It also doesn't help that my flat is freezing cold so trying to find motivation to get out of a warm bed is quite a difficult task. But when you come back to your mum's house it's like an all you can eat buffet and the central heating actually works. What a time to be alive!
Prior to this whole pandemic, I had been on a low carb/high-fat diet and was starting to see and feel the benefits. I had also given up drinking alcohol throughout the week which was also having an impact. But since the weekend me and bread are back in a toxic relationship with each other. I'm not sure how long it's going to last but it's definitely going to end in tears. I'm also writing this blog hungover like I have been for the last 7 days.
I must say that I definitely underestimated how much impact your work schedule has on your mental health. Without the structure of work you really do feel a little bit lost, don't you? Perhaps after all this is over I won't be bitching and moaning about going to work. Joking. I'm already tired from my first shift back.
But because of the structure work gives us I think it's important that we use this time wisely and productively. For the last 5 days, I haven't done anything remotely productive and have ended up watching Tik Tok videos endlessly and drinking beer/ gin/ prosecco whilst doing so. And then I wake up the next day, feeling a little peaky and extremely unmotivated. It's a vicious circle.
But it's a new week and I'm determined to make the most of being locked up.
As you have probably noticed, I haven't been blogging much recently *insert bullshit excuse here* so I am going to TRY, (notice I have put emphasis on the word “try”) to write a new blog every day. I definitely need the content but most importantly I need the structure. My routine for the last 5 days has been:
… and that doesn't scream productive. That screams lazy.
I definitely need to start doing some home workouts as well. I actually ordered some resistance bands from Amazon and chose to get them delivered to one of their fancy Lockers as it would have got delivered quicker. So I chose a locker near me that was located at The Gym. Gyms closed. Resistance bands couldn't get delivered. The end.
Maybe it's a sign that I'm not meant to work out?
Also, is it weird to fake tan whilst you're in self-isolation? Asking for a friend...
Right, selfish rant over with.
I just hope, whoever you are and wherever you are, you are being safe and following the guidelines presented to us in order for this pandemic to pass quicker.
It's such a scary time to be alive at the moment and the uncertainty of everything is incredibly daunting. But we are all in this together and one day soon we will be free to roam the streets and the pubs will re-open and the crowds will rejoice and we can be happy that we played our part in trying to avoid spreading this virus any further.
One last thing before you go.
You may have noticed that the website has completely changed and if you hadn't noticed then you need to ask yourself if you are okay.
Obviously, I uploaded all my clothing to the website a few weeks ago and my business name is Mister Sister so it just made sense to blend both the blog and the clothing business together and make it look more like a concise brand if that makes sense? Obviously, I'm not really a brand per se, but I at least want it to look as professional as possible and not be confusing for the consumer.
But yeah, please check out the clothing. They're mainly tongue in cheek t-shirts that you shouldn't wear to a family dinner so if that's your thing maybe make a cheeky purchase. I'm out of work at the moment remember and a girls gotta eat...
Stay safe everyone.