By now, I think I've sufficiently expressed how much I hate the mornings. I'm not good at waking up, I'm even worse at actually getting out of bed, and every. tiny. noise. irritates me. Even on a good day. That being said, my boss approached us about nailing down more regular hours moving forward (we have a pretty casual come and go as you please environment - the kind where you can run to Starbucks at 10am and its nbd). As I nearly grunted for him to put me on the 9-6 shift, I realized, it didnt matter what time I HAD to get up. If I was going to be forced to do so, I might as well get up earlier and be done with work earlier! So today was the first day of 7:30am-4:30pm.
It did not start well.
I woke up on time but was having a bad hair day. B was parked behind me in the driveway so I had to take his jeep but couldn't find his keys. When I did find them and get to work, I realized I'm now one of the first at the office so I have to unlock the door... whose key was on MY key ring at home.
Awesome.
So it's a Tuesday but it sure as heck feels like Monday. Oh well. At least I like my outfit. :)
