Day in the Life

Waking up at 5am every morning is a huge pain in the ass. My morning always starts the night before. Whether it is me arrogantly choosing to stay up WAY past my bedtime or just being plain stupid, I rarely ever get a full 8-hour sleeping session. After snoozing a couple of alarms by the time it is 5:20 and I hop into the shower hoping this will wake me up. Once I finish getting ready, I always look and see that the time is 5:54a and I am supposed to be at work at 6am. 

I hate working early in the morning. The only thing that I like about it is I am able to wear headphones and get my work done in peace. Just as I start to get into a groove, I am interrupted by the ringing of the doorbell whether it is the front or back door. After scrambling around to help the people find what they are looking for I return to listening to my music until it is finally time for us to open at 10a. As I started to put away my headphones, one of my coworkers pulled me aside to tell me something. I was concerned as no one would really talk to me in the morning because they knew I would be grumpy. 

“I think I like you.” That was all I remember her saying before I fainted.