It's 7:30pm, and I am seriously considering throwing in the towel soon and going to bed. I had to get up at 5:45 this morning so I could leave the house by 6:45 so I could pick up my Zipcar by 7.
Shockingly, I did, and I did, and I did - sort of. I got to the Zipcar and it was 7 on the dot - I was so proud, that never happens - and then I realized that I'd brought an outdated card with me and I had to call Zipcar to get access to a new one. (To be fair, they were superquick and I got a new card within minutes. But still.)
I am not a morning person. This is exacerbated by the fact that our office is separated from our HQ by 2000 miles, and I usually get up and do an initial round of email right after I get up, so I don't roll into the office normally until, um, 10 or 10:30. And if I ever have to go to a morning event, well, my philosophy is that nothing important ever happens in the first ten minutes. It really is true too! But it still makes you realize how much of a slacker you are when you realize that the last time you got up before 7 was to catch a flight. On the other hand, this job won't last forever and at some point, I will have to be in the office at a more normal hour. Why shouldn't I enjoy this while I still can? And plus my cat always seems to know exactly when I have to get up and comes to sleep with me 10 minutes before the alarm goes off. Yes, I am blatantly justifying sleeping in. I can live with that.