This morning I did something that I haven’t done in quite a long time. My alarm went off, I got up for a moment, and then laid back down thinking I had hit the snooze. I didn’t hit the snooze, though. Apparently I had turned the alarm off. I realized this, when some time later, a voice from the back of my mind reached through the haze and spoke to me in my unconscious space, “hey, the alarm never went off again, did it?” My eyes flew open and to the alarm clock, which read 8:03 (which is actually 8:00, because I’m one of those people), and I bolted upright.
The first thought to pop into my head was, ‘call in sick.’ The second thought was, why burn up a sick day on something so stupid. This was all running through my head as I jumped out of bed and leaped across the room to my bathroom. By the time I got there, I knew that I was going to try my best to get to work as close to on time as I could manage.
First, I gave myself a quick sponge bath. Then I wet down my hair, to tame the mad scientist ‘do. In case you’re one of those people that say things like, “oh, having short hair must be so easy,” I have to tell you, no it’s not. With long hair, there’s this thing called a pony tail that is a fix-all for bad hair days. With my pixie hair, I wake up with the mad scientist, Einstein hairdo. It’s all over the place, and not in a cool spiky way. It’s impossible. I have to wet my hair and blow it dry every day.
The one thing that saved me this morning was that I had originally intended to get up at the crack of dawn to try to make it to the gym. That idea went out the window at about 1:30 this morning when I was wide awake contemplating whether it was the small pot of Ethiopian Sidamo coffee or my insatiable desire to load up my iPod. Anyway, I had packed a bag with a pre-planned outfit, which meant that everything was all in one spot for once, and made it really easy to get my hair sorted out, get dressed, get makeuped, and get out the door in record time. Just 17 minutes after I woke up, I was out the door.
I managed to be at my desk just two minutes late. Now I’m sitting here at work, writing a blog, clearly with nothing to do, and wishing that I had called in sick, because I would rather be playing with my iPod right now.