Many years ago, like many college kids, I tried to avoid scheduling any classes at 8 in the morning. Because it was just too hard to drag myself out of bed that early. But when I graduated and went to work I found out that Life IS AN EIGHT O’CLOCK CLASS! Rather than maybe having an early class a couple days a week, work meant an early start EVERY SINGLE DAY! That was a shock.
Over the years I got used to the early day of work, day in, day out, year in, year out. Then I did the unimaginable and quit. Really. Just quit. I went back to school where sometimes I had an early morning, sometimes a late night, but never consistency. And I liked the variation in my days. After graduation I found part-time work in a library and had some early days, some late nights and again I enjoyed the variation.
But the world changed when our economy went haywire and library jobs were impossible to find. So I’m back at the bank and getting used to waking up in the dark and driving through rush hour traffic to sit in a cubicle for the entire day. Then it’s rush hour traffic home. Life is once again an 8 a.m. class.
It’s exhausting and sometimes overwhelming. But I’m working on getting settled in the groove. The last four years have been, in effect, a very long, very wonderful vacation. Which is more than most people get.
So I’m appreciative; even as I yawn while driving toward the rising sun each morning.
