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June 17th, 2011
Jun. 17th, 2011 10:20 amI do very little at my job on most days, and even at that it's a flexible schedule. I've taken to doing my make up and brushing my teeth at work just to afford myself another 10 minutes of sleep in the morning. At first it was just an "I ran out of time" thing, but now it's pretty much a regimen. If I don't have first period classes, I don't bother cleaning myself up first thing.
Maybe the other women will tell stories about me after I'm gone, about how weird it was that I never finished getting ready before coming to work. A part of me cares, which is why I avoided it for so long, another part of me couldn't give two shits. Of course it's the laziness part of me that triumphs.
There has only been once or twice before where I've taught a class without make up. It's not vanity, per se, I just enjoy wearing make up and I figure it's more professional to come looking as nice as I can look. Particularly here in Japan where image is everything. So the only times I teach make-up-less are oversleeping situations or surprise classes - much like the surprise class I had today! I was co-subbing for a teacher while she was away at a sports tournament, but as it turned out nobody told me the schedule had changed. Two students came rushing in about 15 minutes after first period had begun, right about when I was reaching for my make up bag. Okay, so bare-faced teaching: here I come!
After I taught, I tried to settle down but to no avail. Surprise teaching has an appropriately upsetting, stress-inducing effect. This, of course, is on top of the already turbulent day-to-day chaos of my last 7 weeks in Japan. I waited a bit before heading off to finish my make up routine, just in case I was hit with another surprise class. When I finally decided it was safe to disappear, I was still left feeling unsettled.
Thinking about it, I usually look forward to putting on my make up in the mornings. It's consistent, it makes me feel beautiful, and there's something fun and quite relaxing about just putting the make up on. The zen of cosmetology. I think that's why I was a little put off that I couldn't relax enough to enjoy this morning's beautification.
I wonder if maybe I shouldn't start making more time for myself in the morning so I can apply my make up at home, calmly and peacefully. It's nice to have something to do and the chance to meditate at work, but maybe I could enjoy it more if I was in my own element and on my own time schedule.
Probably nothing will change and I'll keep putting on my make up at work. It's probably impossible for me to be on time in the morning, anyway, so it's not like I really have a choice. Still, reflecting on all this has made me really appreciate my cosmetic routine. It's nice to know that there's SOMETHING I can do every day that brings me peace.
Maybe the other women will tell stories about me after I'm gone, about how weird it was that I never finished getting ready before coming to work. A part of me cares, which is why I avoided it for so long, another part of me couldn't give two shits. Of course it's the laziness part of me that triumphs.
There has only been once or twice before where I've taught a class without make up. It's not vanity, per se, I just enjoy wearing make up and I figure it's more professional to come looking as nice as I can look. Particularly here in Japan where image is everything. So the only times I teach make-up-less are oversleeping situations or surprise classes - much like the surprise class I had today! I was co-subbing for a teacher while she was away at a sports tournament, but as it turned out nobody told me the schedule had changed. Two students came rushing in about 15 minutes after first period had begun, right about when I was reaching for my make up bag. Okay, so bare-faced teaching: here I come!
After I taught, I tried to settle down but to no avail. Surprise teaching has an appropriately upsetting, stress-inducing effect. This, of course, is on top of the already turbulent day-to-day chaos of my last 7 weeks in Japan. I waited a bit before heading off to finish my make up routine, just in case I was hit with another surprise class. When I finally decided it was safe to disappear, I was still left feeling unsettled.
Thinking about it, I usually look forward to putting on my make up in the mornings. It's consistent, it makes me feel beautiful, and there's something fun and quite relaxing about just putting the make up on. The zen of cosmetology. I think that's why I was a little put off that I couldn't relax enough to enjoy this morning's beautification.
I wonder if maybe I shouldn't start making more time for myself in the morning so I can apply my make up at home, calmly and peacefully. It's nice to have something to do and the chance to meditate at work, but maybe I could enjoy it more if I was in my own element and on my own time schedule.
Probably nothing will change and I'll keep putting on my make up at work. It's probably impossible for me to be on time in the morning, anyway, so it's not like I really have a choice. Still, reflecting on all this has made me really appreciate my cosmetic routine. It's nice to know that there's SOMETHING I can do every day that brings me peace.
