Have I mentioned that I hate winter? Of course I have. It’s in the 20’s again today and drizzling cold white yuck from the sky. The fiance’ is snuggled all warm in the bed because he sleeps until noon and works until midnight. And I? I am on the couch – yes, on a work day. Why, you may ask? Because after tossing and turning all night (got to give up late night coffee), I woke up to a blinking alarm clock that read 7:59. I have to be at work by 8, and ideally by 7 so I can ease into the day like a cold swimming pool before I have to, I don’t know, be nice to anyone?
For some reason, now when you hit the snooze button on our alarm clock it resets itself to 12:00 and blinks. Which would not be a problem if I didn’t rely on the 42 snoozes every morning to pour myself out of bed and out into the cold. My brain does not function in the morning enough to realize that when I get up and turn off the alarm it will let me sleep two hours past my wake up time. I have started setting three cell phone alarms to help with this problem- which works until I hide the cell phone under a stack of pillows so it will stop doing that annoying beeping.
I have become a habitual latecomer to work. Luckily, my current temporary supervisor rolls like I do and enjoys arriving around 10 am. We both stay late every day and the work gets done. But in two weeks, I will be back to working for the clock watcher, who considers 3 minutes a perfectly good reason to, I don’t know, fire someone. And my lazy ways will not work any longer. Which means it is time for an earlier bedtime. And a new clock.
My dad, who had to try to drag me out of bed for the very sleepy high school years recommended Clocky: