I don't dislike anyone who gets up bright and early, everyone has there own time clock in their head... I envy you your energy, but my point was I don't like people judging when I get up or when I go to bed. Let's just see what it will be like if and when I retire. I am sure I will be a "Nachtschwein." In English ... a night pig. I will stay up late and get up much later in the morning. I have always been a Nachtschwien.
I get up at 7:30 and go to bed at 11:00....it works for me. If I go to bed any earlier, I'm awake at 6:00 tossing around but not ready to get up.....I think it's that damn warm water bed...she is the whore who seduces me into slumber land.
I remember when I first started reading Cocoa's blog when she got up at 3:00 in the morning to go to work, I almost threw up. I wondered how anyone could do that. But she and her husband at the time owned their own business, and that is what you do if it needs to be done.
But as I was writing this, I remembered a time when I didn't mind getting up in the morning. In 1990 I was in between jobs, and had the luxury of picking and choosing where I wanted to work.
I had a favorite talk radio station I always listened to and decided to send them my resume to see if they needed anyone in the office. As luck would have it.. they did. The receptionist was going on mat. leave and they had a term position. I got the job! I was thrilled. Now I could meet all the people I listened to over the years!! But...back up the truck Chuck...the hours were from 7:00 AM- 1:00 PM. You know, I didn't even think twice, because I was EXCITED. I had absolutely no problem getting up at the ass crack of dawn to get there by 7:00AM. I loved that job. I worked there part time for 3 years taking any shift I could get.
So, I can see my lack of motivation now when it's all in black and white. I'm bored. My job is boring, I have no one to talk to. It's a small office. I only work with men. (Electricians) As much as I hated office politics during all my years of working, I miss the camaraderie of women and their brand of bitchiness. Finally, now that I am a manager I can't fire any of them. Son of A Bitch.
It was still storming this morning. I got out of the house at 8:00....30 minutes before I had to be at work. But the plows had been working all night and the roads were good, and I got to work at 8:10PM!!...well I was not about to walk into work looking like I tried to come in earlier. I sat in my truck and had my coffee and read the newspaper. This however came back to bite my ass. As I walked into the shop I noticed it was very cold in the warehouse. And when I got into the office I noticed the two guys were wearing parkas. Well fortheloveofmike....on the stormiest day of the year the furnace died. To make this even worse, is the fact that Gord and I own the building I work in and he was still sleeping in the "whore"water bed quite unaware of what had happened.
So, I had to make the call. I had to get him out of her clutches....and tell him we were freezing our butts off at the shop. It wasn't pretty after that. The furnace is on top of the building. yeah can you believe that? And Gord came and tried to fix it, while there was 100 mph winds swirling around along with snow. He had to climb a ladder to the top and almost froze his ass off. He couldn't fix it, so we had call people in, and we finally got heat around lunch time.
Being a landlord is not for the faint at heart...because It's always something.
I'm sleeping in this weekend.