Grumpy Moo in the fight against Sod's Law
Rant rant rant...
Does anyone else feel like they are rising from a four week coma every morning- or is it just me? I mean, I sleep- when I eventually get to sleep- like the dead. This is a problem that few seem to think a problem at all. 'Oh I'm a reaaaally light sleeper... early riser... blah blah effing blah'
Not me. I sleep through alarms, post men knocking- even an earthquake once. No sh*t. When I eventually manage to get my poor eyelids open I need nothing short of physio to get my legs and everything else working. Consequently I pretty much sleep in for anything- usually work. You see I think I need some sort of sleep therapy. Everyone else just thinks I'm a lazy bitch.
So to get to the point, this morning I was actually called to come in an hour early for work. An hour early. The mistake was in the answering of the phone.... Then of course you cant say no because you feel guilty so it's better to go and and make them feel guilty for asking you to be there in the first place. Although I dont think that works... so I had to be in for 10.45 am. Id only finished work last night at midnight. I found myself croaking verrry grudgingly that I would. The boyf called me an idiot and rolled over- then I fell back unconscious.....
10.30 and I'm hopping around my bedroom pulling on a skirt n bra, boyf ;'your not wearing that bra with that t-shirt are you' -glare from me and then I just left him, jumped in my golf with shit hair and creases still on my face from my pillow. All I needed was a clean run to get me to the transmission room on time to put the 11am bulletin out. So then I'm blocked by a big delivery van in my lane. Then I get on the road to be stopped by all the reds. Then I get nicely snug behind an effing bus that I HAVE NEVER SEEN ON MY ROUTE TO WORK BEFORE, pull out from behind it to get snugly behind a... milk float? Jesus the language. Blue I tell you, just blue. Get on the final stretch on the road outside my work to have to slow down because my workmate Asta (a paraplegic but nifty in his wheelchair) went whizzing across in front of me.
Delivery van, Red lights, Bus, Milk float and man in wheel chair. The only thing missing was two blokes carrying an improbably sized sheet of glass across the road.
Still made it though so f*ck you Sod's Law, I won :)
Does anyone else feel like they are rising from a four week coma every morning- or is it just me? I mean, I sleep- when I eventually get to sleep- like the dead. This is a problem that few seem to think a problem at all. 'Oh I'm a reaaaally light sleeper... early riser... blah blah effing blah'
Not me. I sleep through alarms, post men knocking- even an earthquake once. No sh*t. When I eventually manage to get my poor eyelids open I need nothing short of physio to get my legs and everything else working. Consequently I pretty much sleep in for anything- usually work. You see I think I need some sort of sleep therapy. Everyone else just thinks I'm a lazy bitch.
So to get to the point, this morning I was actually called to come in an hour early for work. An hour early. The mistake was in the answering of the phone.... Then of course you cant say no because you feel guilty so it's better to go and and make them feel guilty for asking you to be there in the first place. Although I dont think that works... so I had to be in for 10.45 am. Id only finished work last night at midnight. I found myself croaking verrry grudgingly that I would. The boyf called me an idiot and rolled over- then I fell back unconscious.....
10.30 and I'm hopping around my bedroom pulling on a skirt n bra, boyf ;'your not wearing that bra with that t-shirt are you' -glare from me and then I just left him, jumped in my golf with shit hair and creases still on my face from my pillow. All I needed was a clean run to get me to the transmission room on time to put the 11am bulletin out. So then I'm blocked by a big delivery van in my lane. Then I get on the road to be stopped by all the reds. Then I get nicely snug behind an effing bus that I HAVE NEVER SEEN ON MY ROUTE TO WORK BEFORE, pull out from behind it to get snugly behind a... milk float? Jesus the language. Blue I tell you, just blue. Get on the final stretch on the road outside my work to have to slow down because my workmate Asta (a paraplegic but nifty in his wheelchair) went whizzing across in front of me.
Delivery van, Red lights, Bus, Milk float and man in wheel chair. The only thing missing was two blokes carrying an improbably sized sheet of glass across the road.
Still made it though so f*ck you Sod's Law, I won :)
posted by LesAlanos @ 3:49 AM
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