Bailey Blog

They say only boring people get bored. And I don’t agree with that. I think that boredom can sneak up on the most interesting of people. I consider myself a very interesting person with loads of hobbies and interests. I love learning, sports, interacting with people, playing brain games, puzzles…anything to keep my mind busy and interacting with the world. However, in this scenario I am losing my mind in a flower shop.

It happens every day 9-5 pm. Although a lot of the time I show up late. My boss hasn’t said anything about it, the tardiness. And I do feel guilty about it every day. But I don’t know what to do except sit around all day so I do try and arrive as late as I can.

That means less time sitting around not knowing what to do. It’s not that it isn’t pleasant, because it is a beautiful place to be. At this very moment, there are gorgeous, faint tree shadows spread along the ground in front of the shop. The birds are singing in the trees and people are strolling through the paved streets. The sun is out, few clouds in the blue sky, and live music is reverberating through the floors and off the walls of neighboring businesses.

I just have the need to be useful; to be up and doing something. I like to feel resourceful and helpful. Selling might not be my strong suit. Or perhaps it’s the act of waiting for someone to come into the shop to make me feel useful that I detest. Retail is not for me. Being a shop girl is not for me. Yet, beyond the hatred for this small, pink beautiful hell, I sense I’m learning a lesson through this boredom.

It’s like a launching pad for my future. I have time to do all of the research in the world. Tie up all my loose ends in the time I’m waiting for a customer to come in and save me for the five minutes it takes me to wrap a bouquet and give me some semblance of necessity. This is my time to get to know me, sit with me, learn how to live with me, and what I will do when left to my own devices.

I have a strange feeling I will miss this time. In the way someone might miss the mundane moments of high school, sitting at a desk and looking out the door to the rest of the world you’re so aching to partake in. Before you’re so engrossed in a career that all you hear are the never-ending requests in need of fulfillment surfacing behind your eyes all day long. Before the only time you have to contemplate life is on the commute to and from work, or the drive between activities for you or your eventual children.

I am bored. But it is not forever. Nothing is.