So this morning, I looked at my clock, bleary eyed and sans caffeine, and realized that the numbers blinking on its screen were not the ones I was prepared for.
9:50
Just climbing out of the depths of a very deep and heavy sleep, it took me a moment to register what that meant. It meant that I had ten minutes to dress in a publicly acceptable fashion, grab a granola bar and navigate a maze of one-way, traffic riddled, horse-carriage crowded streets in order to get to work.
Some things, such as coffee, breakfast and brushing my teeth, fell by the wayside as I crammed about 30 minutes worth of activities into ten minutes. This meant that I had to deal with the general public with questionable breath and lack of acceptable stimulants to bring me into a state of reasonable consciousness.
Needless to say, I did make it. But it was way more stress than I want involved in my daily life. I am, what you might say, and anti-procrastinator. I prided myself of this in college and post-college. As soon as someone tells me to do something, I try my best to get it done as soon as possible (or else I'm on edge, I hate having things hanging over my head). So when things like this happen, I freak out doubly.
Moral of the story: Always make sure your alarm works. Or is turned on. And work for fun bosses who think its humorous that you walk in the door looking like birds have started nesting in your hair. They were much more highly amused at the situation than I was.
9:50
Just climbing out of the depths of a very deep and heavy sleep, it took me a moment to register what that meant. It meant that I had ten minutes to dress in a publicly acceptable fashion, grab a granola bar and navigate a maze of one-way, traffic riddled, horse-carriage crowded streets in order to get to work.
Some things, such as coffee, breakfast and brushing my teeth, fell by the wayside as I crammed about 30 minutes worth of activities into ten minutes. This meant that I had to deal with the general public with questionable breath and lack of acceptable stimulants to bring me into a state of reasonable consciousness.
Needless to say, I did make it. But it was way more stress than I want involved in my daily life. I am, what you might say, and anti-procrastinator. I prided myself of this in college and post-college. As soon as someone tells me to do something, I try my best to get it done as soon as possible (or else I'm on edge, I hate having things hanging over my head). So when things like this happen, I freak out doubly.
Moral of the story: Always make sure your alarm works. Or is turned on. And work for fun bosses who think its humorous that you walk in the door looking like birds have started nesting in your hair. They were much more highly amused at the situation than I was.
Well, thankfully there is caffeine readily available at work!
ReplyDeleteMe no like alarms. And I cannot EVER bring myself to use the ones that beep. I have to have the music stations to lull me awake. Otherwise, I'm cranky the rest of the day. LOL.
ReplyDeleteGlad you still made it!
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Yeah, I used to have an alarm that crowed like a rooster. When I first got it I thought it was cute and charming. These sentiments quickly curdled into a desire to throw it across the room.
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