On the mornings I work, I get up and try and get ready as quick as I can, so that I’ll have time to write. Either the book I’m trying to peice together a little at a time or to post here on my blog. However, it doesn’t always work out in my favor.
This morning for example, I’ve got a bit of time to get some words down. It’s not like this every morning though. Some mornings I feel so drained or exhausted from the day before, I’ll wake up, get dressed, excepts for my shoes, obviously, and lay back down. My husband will then wake me about 10 min before we have to leave so I can put my shoes on and we leave so I get dropped off at work. I really hate those type of mornings. Where it seems no matter what you do to wake yourself up, it’s never enough. Then you throw yourself right into the mix of things at work.
When that happens to me, I’m usually in someone’s way or feel as though I am, Working fast food you can’t come to work tired and groggy. Well, I mean you can but you won’t like it. Plus they want you to be on your toes. (No pun intended) They want that drive through time met, and customers to be happy with their service. But it’s in that rushed atmosphere where things can and will go wrong. Fellow co-workers grabbing random sandwiches that appear to be wrapped as what they need but isn’t actually what they assume it is. So the wrong order gets handed out. Whenever the customer realises they’ve gotten the wrong order they are either miles away or already at work. Being to late to turn around and come back so it’s fixed. That can really piss a person off.
It’s mornings that start like this where I’m awake and have already done what I needed to, and now am doing what I want, that I love the most.