Somehow I beat everyone to work today. What's the big deal you might ask?
Here's how it
normally goes down. I arrive after everyone else, with just a hint of a snarl, eyes narrowed in annoyance that the day began with
yet another morning, sipping my iced coffee from Starbucks and waiting for its caffeine goodness to help me be the wonderful cheerful person I can be. In summary, I am not a morning person.
Compare to my boss, who arrives happily every morning whistling and ready to start the day. While I do not begrudge him his morning cheerfulness (he can no more help being cheerful than I can help being a
snarler), I have to hibernate until I feel myself becoming human. I have come to the conclusion that this is simply the way I am right now, and probably will not respond well to any internal "I should be a better person" chiding.
Which makes what happened next that much more unusual. I woke up
voluntarily at 6:30 a.m. this morning. I realize this is not much of an accomplishment for most people, but for the "morning-challenged" among us, it's certainly noteworthy. Add to that the fact that I actually
got out of bed and got moving instead of petting the dog, daydreaming, or doing any of my other usual goof-off maneuvers.
When I arrived at the office and saw no other cars parked in the parking lot, the uncertain creepy Twilight Zone feeling settled over me. You know, the "Is it really a work day or did I just drive all the way in on a Sunday thinking it was Monday?" I was pretty sure it
was a Monday, so I headed up the stairs. Turns out I was right (
yay!), so I get to start my week basking in the self-righteousness of being the first one to work. Apparently my office mates noticed the peculiarity of this as well, as evidenced by Gerry's question to me: "Did you sleep here last night?"
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