This world of you. . .
5:20 a.m. Alarm clock mini-claxon wakes me
5:20 a.m. and about 15 seconds Hit the snooze button
5:25 a.m. Turn the TV on, makes sure to turn it to something that will make me want to turn it off. Pick Telefutura, and set the off timer for 30 minutes.
5:35 a.m. Waking up now. Lumber into the bathroom in a "time to make the doughnuts" way. Only it's not time to make the doughnuts, and I definitely don't work for Dunkin' Donuts--in fact, the closest one is about forty-five minutes away. In case you ever needed to know that fact, there it is.
5:38 a.m. Walk into kitchen, turn the light off to get my wristwatch. Scared half to death by Rachel asking me, "What are you doing?" Tell her that I'm getting my watch, and that she's pretty much scared me into a state of awakening. She's not feeling well, so she's on the couch. Oh, also changed the A/C thermostat, as it was FREEZING in the house and get my keys, gum, wallet and whatever I stuff into my pocket all together, so I don't leave it later.
5:40 a.m. Get into the shower. Mmmm, warm. Must not fall asleep. Falling asleep standing up in the shower is a problem from time to time. My niece, too.
6:05 a.m. Don't think I fell asleep. Anyway, done and go out to finish getting ready. Hair altered chemically, and body deodorized.
6:10 a.m. Can't find the pants I normally wear to work at the hospital. Actually couldn't find them during the week. It's odd, since the only place my pants come off is at home. Ok, if I have to use the restroom, yeah, they'll sort of come off, but definitely not totally. Go out to ask Rachel if she's seen them. She's busy feeling nauseated, so I go back to the closet and pick out different pants.
6:12 a.m. Rachel walks in to see about said pants. Told her not to worry about it. Abby walks in a short while afterward. Told her it's still night-night time--yes, I said night-night time, what of it?--and she heads back to bed.
6:15 a.m. Grab the cell phone, grab a 12 ounce can of Diet Mountain Dew Code Red, and two slices of left over pizza from last night (another story for some time). Also, it's important that I grab the leftover pizza, since the Eggo waffle wrapper is much too loud, and then it'll have to be toasted, and the pizza needs to be finished off anyway. Turn light in laundry room off. Head to master bedroom to turn off that light.
6:16 a.m. All set and get ready to head out the door when I hear a small, sad voice yelling, "DADDEEEE!" Abby's up and out of bed again, so I hug her, give her a kiss and tell her that I have to go to work, but I'll see her soon. She half-heartedly and sadly agrees, and Rachel calls her back to the living room.
6:17 a.m. Get car started, call the hospital lab office to let the overnight person that I'm on my way. Set the car's A/C to defrost the front windows and I open all the car windows to get the water off of them.
No times for some of these, since I didn't pay close enough attention
Pop Rhythm CD into CD player and think it was a good idea to make three new mix CDs named Rhythm, Melody, and Cheese Mastery. Cheese Mastery will probably give me a couple of good laughs later on. Maybe. Drive into Winter Haven was nice, even if there was an accident on the way. Looked like a Suburban and a light pole disagreed about something. Both were hurt in the resulting altercation, but it didn't look like the driver was injured. Unsure, though. It looked like a school bus was sitting and waiting for students to get on board. After getting closer, it was actually a bus to take migrant workers to their jobs. Cypress Gardens has their neon sign installed now. Looks good in blue and green. It's 63 degrees at 6:36 a.m. am now six minutes late for work. Blockbuster left their Christmas tree lights plugged in. Had horrible image of Blockbuster burning down because of said lights. Gas prices have dropped about five cents or so. Finally get to work, and parked way too close to a car whose owner seemed to think they had parking spot manifest destiny since they parked over the line. Thankfully, the Kia is small, and I fit in the invaded parking spot anyway.
Clocked in at 6:41 a.m. and made it into the office at 6:44 a.m.
Sarah says, "Oh I thought you said you'd be late. The schedule's got you down to come in at 7:00 a.m."
Good morning.
P.S. I ♥ Eva Cassidy and must get more of her work.
5:20 a.m. and about 15 seconds Hit the snooze button
5:25 a.m. Turn the TV on, makes sure to turn it to something that will make me want to turn it off. Pick Telefutura, and set the off timer for 30 minutes.
5:35 a.m. Waking up now. Lumber into the bathroom in a "time to make the doughnuts" way. Only it's not time to make the doughnuts, and I definitely don't work for Dunkin' Donuts--in fact, the closest one is about forty-five minutes away. In case you ever needed to know that fact, there it is.
5:38 a.m. Walk into kitchen, turn the light off to get my wristwatch. Scared half to death by Rachel asking me, "What are you doing?" Tell her that I'm getting my watch, and that she's pretty much scared me into a state of awakening. She's not feeling well, so she's on the couch. Oh, also changed the A/C thermostat, as it was FREEZING in the house and get my keys, gum, wallet and whatever I stuff into my pocket all together, so I don't leave it later.
5:40 a.m. Get into the shower. Mmmm, warm. Must not fall asleep. Falling asleep standing up in the shower is a problem from time to time. My niece, too.
6:05 a.m. Don't think I fell asleep. Anyway, done and go out to finish getting ready. Hair altered chemically, and body deodorized.
6:10 a.m. Can't find the pants I normally wear to work at the hospital. Actually couldn't find them during the week. It's odd, since the only place my pants come off is at home. Ok, if I have to use the restroom, yeah, they'll sort of come off, but definitely not totally. Go out to ask Rachel if she's seen them. She's busy feeling nauseated, so I go back to the closet and pick out different pants.
6:12 a.m. Rachel walks in to see about said pants. Told her not to worry about it. Abby walks in a short while afterward. Told her it's still night-night time--yes, I said night-night time, what of it?--and she heads back to bed.
6:15 a.m. Grab the cell phone, grab a 12 ounce can of Diet Mountain Dew Code Red, and two slices of left over pizza from last night (another story for some time). Also, it's important that I grab the leftover pizza, since the Eggo waffle wrapper is much too loud, and then it'll have to be toasted, and the pizza needs to be finished off anyway. Turn light in laundry room off. Head to master bedroom to turn off that light.
6:16 a.m. All set and get ready to head out the door when I hear a small, sad voice yelling, "DADDEEEE!" Abby's up and out of bed again, so I hug her, give her a kiss and tell her that I have to go to work, but I'll see her soon. She half-heartedly and sadly agrees, and Rachel calls her back to the living room.
6:17 a.m. Get car started, call the hospital lab office to let the overnight person that I'm on my way. Set the car's A/C to defrost the front windows and I open all the car windows to get the water off of them.
No times for some of these, since I didn't pay close enough attention
Pop Rhythm CD into CD player and think it was a good idea to make three new mix CDs named Rhythm, Melody, and Cheese Mastery. Cheese Mastery will probably give me a couple of good laughs later on. Maybe. Drive into Winter Haven was nice, even if there was an accident on the way. Looked like a Suburban and a light pole disagreed about something. Both were hurt in the resulting altercation, but it didn't look like the driver was injured. Unsure, though. It looked like a school bus was sitting and waiting for students to get on board. After getting closer, it was actually a bus to take migrant workers to their jobs. Cypress Gardens has their neon sign installed now. Looks good in blue and green. It's 63 degrees at 6:36 a.m. am now six minutes late for work. Blockbuster left their Christmas tree lights plugged in. Had horrible image of Blockbuster burning down because of said lights. Gas prices have dropped about five cents or so. Finally get to work, and parked way too close to a car whose owner seemed to think they had parking spot manifest destiny since they parked over the line. Thankfully, the Kia is small, and I fit in the invaded parking spot anyway.
Clocked in at 6:41 a.m. and made it into the office at 6:44 a.m.
Sarah says, "Oh I thought you said you'd be late. The schedule's got you down to come in at 7:00 a.m."
Good morning.
P.S. I ♥ Eva Cassidy and must get more of her work.
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