Category Archives: Good Things Come To Those Who Whine

“Grown up, and that is a terribly hard thing to do. It is much easier to skip it and go from one childhood to another.”
F. Scott Fitzgerald

“Grown up, and …

Dream a little dream of me

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After racking enough hours to write a dissertation on frames, mattresses, and back pain my prayers have been answered. I got the text (above) from a co-worker who let me know that there was a full mattress set (mattress, frame and boxspring), with free delivery, up for grabs. The catch was I had less than 36 hours to decide whether or not I wanted it and I had to pay completely upfront, in cash, at time of delivery. Normally, this would be no problem except I wasn’t budgeting for a bed this month. So, there I sat in the middle of my floor (where all my best thinking is done) trying to decide whether or not to get a great deal (at least 75$ cheaper than any other deal I found) but, suffer the fate of being broke until October’s pay check.

[SPOILER ALERT] I bought the bed.

The good news is, I got a bed and it was everything the seller described. The box spring was still in the plastic and the mattress looked almost brand new. The bad news is the mattress is just cheap. It’s pretty thin and offers little support. The frames’ dimensions are off … so it’s  useless. The boxspring- which you can buy anywhere for pretty cheap-is the best part. In summary, the bed, as cheap as it was, isn’t worth much at all.

The upsetting thing is that I knew better than to buy a large ticket item without previewing it first. It’s my fault it’s not what I wanted. On the plus side though I’m glad I did buy the bed. Why? I needed one.  And, needs > wants.

I’m going to buy a new frame and make this bed exactly as I imagined it.

Wasn’t It Easier In Your Lunchbox Days?

Things I once thought were both simple and irrelevant have now become the focus of my day to day hustle. Take for example sleeping. Sleeping is a habit which most of us since birth have excelled at. Some of us have taken this necessity to a higher level, an art form even. Others of us struggle. Sadly, I am now one of those people which belong in the latter category. Sleeping wouldn’t be so tough if it weren’t for the fact that A- I don’t want to oversleep and get fired, on account of I have to wake up at 4:20am to catch two buses to my downtown office and B- I have no bed.

Never in my life (not camp, not my dorm, not on vacation or even at home) have I questioned where my bed came from, how much it cost, and/or how effective it is. Today alone however I’ve spent the past 2 hours and 22 minutes searching for a comfortable cost-effective place to dream. I ask not for something pricey and bold but instead for a plush yet modest place in which I can get lost in the stuff  Taylor sings of.

A comfort zone… is that too much to ask for?