If Today Was Your Last Day...

I've been neglecting this blog as of late. I do apologise. Please proceed to read after the break to see the rant of all rants and disjointed meanderings of the mind :)
Needless to say working full time at McDonalds is a little soul-destroying. I serve the masses their burgers and chips, and learn to hate "people in general". This last bit sounds like I'm turning anti-social. It's not that. I will always be a people person. But as the girl on the other side of the counter, I sometimes worry about the state of the general public. For one, there are too many people who just don't seem to have a lot of common sense. There are many more who are just plain rude. Then there are those that take things on face value and believe that because I work at McDonalds, I am a lesser being, someone who is stupid and to be laughed at. I want to turn around sometimes and ask what they do for a living. Or if they had a job at 20. I've been in employment since I was 15 years old,  because I was brought up believing I had to work for a place in this country. I work where I do because it pays ok, and allows me to be flexible with my hours when I go to University. It is by no means a permanent position - yes, I have now worked for McDonalds as a company for two and a half years, and will probably keep the job until I graduate (unless something better comes along) but is a means to an end. I need the money to keep me in Uni, but as soon as I have a degree I'll hopefully move on to bigger and better things. But people don't see that.

This mis-match of a blog post though was inspired by the fact I keep hearing a certain song and thinking about it.


"My best friend gave me the best advice, he said each days a gift and not a given right"

So starts the Nickelback song "If Today Was Your Last Day". And I suppose it's true. It sounds so cliche, but each day could be your last one, you never know what tomorrow may hold. But before I start to sound like one of those cheesy inspirational post cards, I'd like to just say that is today was my last day, I would have spent it watching How I Met Your Mother and feeling sorry for myself because I'm full of a cold. And I'm not sure I'm ok with that.

But living each day as if it were your last is easier said than done - some of us have things that need to be done - I need to go to work, so I have money to do the good things. I need to clean my room because it looks like a cyclone tore through it. I have to go food shopping, spend the day cleaning, go to the council offices, and do more work. If I'm working an 8 hour day, plus an hour either side to get to and from work, then I usually can't be bothered to do something inspiring that day - hell, it's all I can do sometimes to not just go to bed when I get in.

I would love to make a conscious change though - do one thing each day that's worth while for me. Whether that's learning some German/Italian, a new dance routine, seeing a friend I haven't seen for a while. I'm not sure how well it would go, but I'll try.

I'm pretty sure the song of the day is self-explanatory. :)