I wrote this post last night because today, I’m working with a team from 10-6.
It’s for a project I’m really excited about (The Copy Cure, coming Spring 2015!) but I’m not excited about working 10-6. I get anxiety the night before. How will I get up early enough to have the morning I want, which takes at least 3 hours?
I hate rushing.
I hate going places I’m supposed to go.
I hate worrying about when I’m going to get some exercise.
I hate not having the luxury to spend hours not reading the paper.
Not reading the paper, but thinking I still will, is my favorite part of the morning.
Every time I do this, I wonder, how do office people do it?
Am I missing a special work-all-day chip?
How did I ever hold down a job?
And then I remember, oh yeah – I didn’t. I always let my starting time creep from 9 to 10 to 11:30 to “So-and-so wants to see you in her office.”
So that’s all for today.
Because I have to go to bed, and because there’s a horrible anti-smoking ad on that I’m so done with, featuring a lady who has one of those plastic things jutting out of her neck, the troll voice, and a messed up face. Her face looks like a favorite cardigan I had the summer I stayed with a family in Spain. It was just like Wally’s letterman sweater on Leave It To Beaver, except it had moth holes in it.
My host mother thought it looked like a poor person’s sweater and brought shame on the town, so while I was off making out with cute Spanish boys (and truly bringing shame on the town), she sewed the sweater holes up, so it was all puckered and uneven.
That’s what the lady’s face looks like in the smoking ad, in case you were about to enjoy a cigarette.
See how I get off track and rattled when I have to get up early?
Pray for me.
Can you handle a full-day work schedule, or does it torture you?
TELL ME IN THE COMMENTS.
Night night. I mean have a great day.