Its almost the weekend folks, yay. Bring on my lounging in the sun and applying sun cream with my spatula..that I've not bothered taking it back into the kitchen. It now lives in my bathroom.
Not sure if I'd mentioned that I start work at 8am out here. InitiallyI thought this was going to be a challenge ('problem' isn't a word the yanks like...everything's a challenge!) but I surprised myself with how easily I found the 6.30 alarm each morning! That was the first week, when my adrenelin must have been flowing or something because this week has not gone so smoothly. On Wednesday morning, I woke to my sister calling me about an Amazon order she was placing...I was disorientated but not immediately concerned as she's up early with three kids, one a new born. I fooled myself she might have just been eager to discuss said Amazon order at 6.15 on a morning..so when I casually asked what time it was I wasn't expecting her answer. 8.30am!! That's 30 minutes after I'm supposed to be at my desk beavering away!
I flipped out, totally panicking.My sister did not help...instead of providing a sense of calm and resolution, she instead thew out comments like 'Oh fuck....what the fuck, oh no, this is really embarrassing', 'how did you manage that' all the while I'm screaming 'HELP" at her. (note to self...do not call sister if there's a dead body to be dealt with!)
For those that have slept in before, 30 mins after work starts is a tricky one to deal with. Gone are all the excuses that might have occurred on the commute, because you'd have called that in an hour before...I was in murky waters! I decided to bring someone in on the loop...a work colleague. I called her and said I'd left my laptop at home and had come back for it, I was mortified etc...please cover for me. Luckily she'd done the same thing a couple of times before so was totally happy to cover my arse. So that was extremely hairy.
This morning my sis kindly called me at 7am to make sure I was awake and then said she wanted to kill herself (one of the results of being raised by Annie Raworth, a neurotic appreciation for sleep!) when I explained that I didn't actually need to be up until 7.30 as I was going straight to a meeting. I told her not to worry, I'd easily drift back off until then...and boy was I right. 8.15 I woke up!! what the hell? This time I managed to make the meeting on time but I can't say I'm not a little concerned...I will have to buy a secondary alarm this weekend!
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