Recently, Jabba posted a mini photo diary of a regular, unassuming day and suggested that we do the same! God knows I am not a professional (or even remotely good) photographer, but it was a lot of fun snapping shots from dawn to dusk and assembling them here for your viewing pleasure. (My retinas!) Without further adieu:
October 22, 2009
Just like any other weekday morning, I start my day off by waking up painfully early (by my standards), showering, and seeing how the internet is doing:

Image shown in actual crappy lighting-- we have the nastiest chandelier in our apartment 'common space'.
I rummage through my assortment of eyeglass accessories and choose a clip to match my planned outfit for the day.

Even though the woman at the glasses store told me disdainfully that it was "totally 80s" to match my glasses to my outfits, I do it whenever I can. Hey, I was born in the 80s. It's all good.
I eat a wholesome breakfast of oatmeal with dried cranberries and freshly ground flax seeds. This is pretty much what I eat for breakfast every day, except I switch up the fruits every now and then.

Once again, image shown in actual crappy lighting. Bonus random fact: my best friend and I purchased matching sets of this Ikea cutlery set when we were about 18 years old. We put them in respective hope chests and saved them to use "when we got married". I am not kidding. I can assure you, Marty is touched and loves our $1 forks and knives.
I live close enough to work to walk each day. On the way, I pass by these mysterious Ladies of the Evening mannequins. If living in Oak Bay means I should go to bed decked out in a cotton nightgown and my Lawrence of Arabia head scarf, I suppose I’ll never quite fit in.

She's thinking snobby thoughts about my Keen shoes, I just know it.
I carry my work clothes with me in a backpack, so they don’t get dirty or wet en route. I definitely look like a typical UVic student on my daily commute, with my MEC backpack, puffy autumn vest and ubiquitous Keen shoes.

The entrance to my workplace. Don’t worry, it only looks like I work in a high security prison.

My office space, with bonus Emergency Preparedness sign in window!

Notice hard hat and neon Fire Marshall vest.

To the outside world, I'm all "Everything is OK", but on the inside... I'm crying out for help
In a bathroom with horrifically crappy lighting, I change from my UVic student disguise into my semi-professional work attire. Today, I am wearing tall boots (which I love).

Unbelievably crappy lighting.
After a strenuous morning of work, I make it a habit to go to a little café for lunch. I eat wholesome food and read for a precious half hour every weekday afternoon.

Today, I indulge in vegetarian chili and savour the book "Frida".
After lunch: more work. This part of my job is about as fun as it looks (i.e. the best part of this task is using the highlighter.)

On my way home, I am undercover again in my UVic student attire. Leaves are falling!

I notice with fake surprise that the price of gas has gone up almost 6 cents a litre since the morning. This always seems to happen right before the weekend. (Not like it matters to me, because I don’t even drive. And not like it matters to our cool van, either, because it runs on diesel and the price of diesel hardly ever changes.) I just take notice of the price increase and shake a silent fist of rage at The Man.
Finally, I see the Oak Bay sign and know that I am nearly Home Safe. Nothing bad ever happens behind the magical Oak Bay shield, am I right or am I right?

In Oak Bay, land of the wealthy 65+ crowd, it is considered a ‘hike’ to walk 10 minutes to the library or to the local seniors’ centre. That’s why they have the little men with walking sticks in the pictures.

I love it!
Once inside the safety of my apartment, I start preparing dinner.

Despite visual evidence to the contrary, I am not whipping up a wholesome dinner of Yellow Dye #5.
Tonight, I make a quick veggie stir fry and serve it over brown rice with turmeric, cumin, cloves, and cardamon.

Floral dish set courtesy of my grandmother who couldn't resist purchasing 6 bowls for every relative in our huge family. They were only 50 cents each!
After dinner, we decide to tackle the task of organizing our Harbour rubbermaids for winter storage.

Then we settle down, catch a few hockey highlights, and enjoy a movie.
I challenge thee to post your own photo diary! Do it, and let us all know about it by posting a link in the comments! GO!