Well, damn. Me, I'm in by 8. What time do you leave?
6. Well, I catch a 5:45 bus, but I eat lunch at my desk and work, so it evens out.
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Well, damn. Me, I'm in by 8. What time do you leave?
6. Well, I catch a 5:45 bus, but I eat lunch at my desk and work, so it evens out.
Alarm goes off at 6am, and we have a whole choreography involving taking turns getting up to hit the snooze button. I get out of bed at 6:27 (3 snoozes later), hit the snooze, hit the shower, and Tom gets up at 6:36, goes downstairs, feeds the cats and makes the coffee.
Between 6:55-7:10 (less if I'm being poky about getting ready for work) we drink coffee watching the local morning news.
7:10- go upstairs to brush teeth
7:15- leave for train station, get there at around 7:20 or so
7:25- train arrives (ideally)
get into the office by 8:30am.
Alaaaaarm goes off at 7 and you start uptown.....
You put in your eight hours for the powers that have always beeeeeeeeeeeen...
Thank yo Jess for picking that up. I love that show.
Sorry, Jess' brain is taking a song break right now. Please leave her a message and she will get back to you. ( Da-doo! )
ita, I suspect I don't get morning people as profoundly as you don't get non-morning people.
I just don't have high level functions right away. the boot up is slow.
Oh, yes. Once or twice, right after I started abilify and right after I started taking 5-htp, I woke up and was instantly *awake*. It was a revelatory experience. Sadly, it didn't last.
I yawn all day long. I don't even realize I'm doing it until people point it out. And then they make jokes and I want to smack them. Doesn't matter how much sleep or how much caffeine I've had, I still yawn.
The thing is, I could set my hours at 10-7 if I wanted to, I just can't stand to leave work that late. So my "start time" is 8:30, but I try and get there at 8 so I can have an hour lunch. Today I got here at 9:15.
'Til it's five p eeeeeemmmmmm / Then you go
My nephew woke me up with a phone call this morning- informing me that his niece has arrived. The next generation is relentlessly being born.
It's a better earworm than the insipid Christmas carol I couldn't lose yesterday.