A day of Dread

I'm going to come out and admit it. I'm not really much of a morning person. With my job however, there are many early mornings required. Over the years, I've gotten better at it. Everyday I need to be out of bed and function before 7am can still be a struggle, but I've learned to deal with it. My prime functioning time was always 9pm-3 or 4am. I've shifted that a little bit because of need, but if given the choice, my body would like to work then. That's when I've had most breakthroughs in troubleshooting, or editing, or solutions to problems.

I've been this way as long as I can remember. In college, I was rarely coherent before double digits. When I worked for the network, I always preferred the 3pm-11pm shift, and dreaded the 8am shift. The workload was the same, just my ability to deal with it was better in the later hours.

On Sunday, I have to be at work by 6am. Sunday is also the start of Daylight Savings Time this year. Every year, I have this problem. I never know quite what to do. My sleep will suffer no matter what tonight-- I've resigned myself to that. I never know what to trust when it comes to actually waking up. The alarm clocks are all foreign and I never trust them. I don't know for sure that my cell phone will actually change at the right time. At this particular hotel, wake up calls have been a crap shoot. So in addition to my usual wondering IF I'll get the wake up call, I'll also be wondering if the hotel will actually set their clocks to the right time before making said call. I chose wisely, and while it'll be before I want to get up if it comes at the right hour, it'll also be just before I need to meet if it comes at the wrong hour.


With that, it is time for me to go to bed. Sleep tight, and don't let the bed bugs bite.