I am not a morning person.
This does not come as a surprise to anyone who knows me, I’m sure. I just need a little “warm up” time, you know, like your car does on a cold day.
I just want to idle a while, not having to say anything, do anything particularly difficult, listen to anything, or basically, have any human contact for the first twenty minutes or so after I wake up. Is that so much to ask?
My husband persists (despite the fact that he knows better) on trying to talk to me when I first wake up, asking tiresome questions like, “what time is it?” “did you reset the alarm?” and “why don’t I have any pillows on my side of the bed?” I think he secretly hopes that if he sets a standard of early-morning conversation, somehow it will make me more of a morning person.
Well, husband, since you’re probably reading this, it’s not going to work. Ever. Just don’t ask me any questions until I’ve had my coffee, and no one has to get hurt.
Which leads me to my job, and the crappy part about my job. I have to wake up early. And I mean, before-the-sun early. I tell you, there is something very wrong about getting up for work when it’s still dark out. Although I should definitely say that I’m thankful for my job. It’s just that it would be super fantastic if it started at… say… actual morningtime, instead of a quarter till the butt-crack of dawn.
There is one bonus: sunrise. It’s kind of cool to watch the sun break over the horizon. Even better if I’ve set the timer on coffee machine the night before and get to sip on a warm cup of joe while watching the sun rise and not having to talk to anyone… but, hey, that’s just me.
