I am so tired
My normal routine is to wake in the morning at about 6:30. The tv is usually on the lifetime station so mostly I wake up to Denise Austina and I comtemplate getting up to join her. NOT!! I know I need to, but it's very unusual for me to get out of bed before 7:00 to do anything productive besides pee. So, I linger in bed and most of the time I fall back to sleep. I'm usually roused awake by the theme song of Designing Women. By that time, I'm a little upset because I slept too late. It's usually 7:30. My plan is to get to work at 7:30 so most days I'm late (not really, I don't have to get there until 8). Mostly I make it to work at 7:45. I usually have my clothes ready at night and I have my overnight bag packed with my toiletries so that I can get dressed at work. It's easier to get dressed at work because if I tried to get dressed at home I wouldn't get to work until close to 9:00. So I take my things to work and get dressed there. We have a locker room and I have an iron that I keep at work for those days when I don't really feel like ironing my clothes at night. So, the first thing that I do when I get to work is wash up or shower. I'm usually done by at least 8:15 and I go to my office to get dressed. So, basically I'm never late to work. I'm just down the hall getting dressed. I'm not sure what my co-workers think of me coming into my office in my gym clothes, but I'm sure they think that I've been working out. So I put my clothes on in my office and commence my day at about 8:45. I justify it by not leaving my desk for lunch. So, I'm not really skimping on my hours at work.
Well, recently, I took my car to get serviced for a recalled part. In addition to checking the part they told me that my axles need to be replaced and that it wasn't a good idea to drive my car. So, I've been relying on my bf to take me to work. No, big deal right. Well, I spent the night at his house on Sunday and my job is to iron his clothes for work. I like to do that in the evenings so that I can sleep a little longer in the morning, but I didn't do that so I have to wake up early to iron his and my clothes. We finally got to work at about 7:40. As the day progressed I became tired--sleepy tired. I thought I would go to bed early, but I didn't. So, this morning he calls and says he will be at my house at 7:20. I went through my usual routine--listening to Denise try to corrall me to get up and move, but I wasn't fazed by her promises for thinner thighs. But, I did get up at 7:00 because I knew I wanted to wash up at home. I didn't want him waiting on my so I quickly got my things together. Surprisingly this was the record for a person getting ready because I washed up and got all my things together in like 5 min. So, I had time to iron my clothes, put them on, and even to find some perfume to put on. This was all before I called him at 7:17 to ask if he was coming to the front door or the back. So, 7:20 I'm downstairs waiting and waiting and waiting and waiting. It was raining too and the humidity and moisture did a number on my curls. He didn't show up until like 7:30. I was pissed beause I could have had that extra time to sleep. So anyway we get to work at about 7:45. I get to my office with nothing to do because I'm already dressed (well, I do have to iron my blouse under my jacket and change my underwear--i wore the wrong underwear for these pants). It is not about 8:20 and I'm so sleepy. I want to fall out of my chair and go back to sleep. I don't know what I'm going to do tomorrow. My car goes into the shop this evening. I'm not sure when it will be ready, but my body can't take getting out of bed anytime before 7:20. I can't work under these circumstances.
Well, recently, I took my car to get serviced for a recalled part. In addition to checking the part they told me that my axles need to be replaced and that it wasn't a good idea to drive my car. So, I've been relying on my bf to take me to work. No, big deal right. Well, I spent the night at his house on Sunday and my job is to iron his clothes for work. I like to do that in the evenings so that I can sleep a little longer in the morning, but I didn't do that so I have to wake up early to iron his and my clothes. We finally got to work at about 7:40. As the day progressed I became tired--sleepy tired. I thought I would go to bed early, but I didn't. So, this morning he calls and says he will be at my house at 7:20. I went through my usual routine--listening to Denise try to corrall me to get up and move, but I wasn't fazed by her promises for thinner thighs. But, I did get up at 7:00 because I knew I wanted to wash up at home. I didn't want him waiting on my so I quickly got my things together. Surprisingly this was the record for a person getting ready because I washed up and got all my things together in like 5 min. So, I had time to iron my clothes, put them on, and even to find some perfume to put on. This was all before I called him at 7:17 to ask if he was coming to the front door or the back. So, 7:20 I'm downstairs waiting and waiting and waiting and waiting. It was raining too and the humidity and moisture did a number on my curls. He didn't show up until like 7:30. I was pissed beause I could have had that extra time to sleep. So anyway we get to work at about 7:45. I get to my office with nothing to do because I'm already dressed (well, I do have to iron my blouse under my jacket and change my underwear--i wore the wrong underwear for these pants). It is not about 8:20 and I'm so sleepy. I want to fall out of my chair and go back to sleep. I don't know what I'm going to do tomorrow. My car goes into the shop this evening. I'm not sure when it will be ready, but my body can't take getting out of bed anytime before 7:20. I can't work under these circumstances.
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