Mornings

When my boss asked me to open for her when she was gone on vacation, I thought to myself. Sure, that's easy enough. I am here to tell you that it's not.

The first day that I opened, I couldn't sleep. I was too stressed about not waking up on time and not being able to open the building and then having my boss hate me and causing the whole facility to crumble. Obviously it's not as drastic as I make it sound, but that's what was going through my head.

The next day was a little better. I set my alarm to "Fog Horn" and I was pretty confident that I would wake up, and I did. It was great. By 4:00, however, I was pretty much done for the day. It had already been close to 12 hours since waking up and I was tired. Not the end of the world tired, but just uncomfortably tired.

Now that it is the 4th day that I have opened since she's been gone (mind you there was Thanksgiving break during this, so it wasn't in a row, but nonetheless tiring) I am so happy she will be back tomorrow. I am pretty sure if I had to open every day that I would end up killing someone!

When I woke up, I was angry at my alarm clock. Then I was angry at Dustin, who I shouldn't be angry at just because he gets to sleep. Then I was angry at the fact that I was trying to be quiet because he was sleeping. Then it was because I was cold. Then, on the way to work I realized how hungry I was. I didn't eat dinner last night, so after the rush of getting ready at 4:45 AM, and sitting still, it all of a sudden hit me. I needed food. And guess what? That made me angry! Who get's that upset when they are hungry? I mean, I know people that get grumpy when they are hungry, but literally angry? At themselves? I thought that was pushing it.

I am just not a morning person.

End of Story.