Holy moses, what is that!
My alarm goes off at 6 a.m. and when is the last time I've been up even close to that hour other than to roll over to the other side of the bed? The scramble into work, into a new job, into traffic that's like a stream of ants onto a dropped lollipop, has begun.
Standing at the gas station, well, really leaning against the pump to catch a few more minutes of shut-eye, someone bellows from the other side, "Young Man! You have a great day!" Holy Moses, I think again!
Mercifully, the 75-mile (temporary) drive to the new office is very light and I arrive on time a little over an hour later. I get to see the sunrise even, a consolation, and it's like experiencing something I've never seen before. Nevermind that if I was still at the old place I wouldn't even have opened my eyes yet.
The small cold I nursed in Key West had exploded once I deplaned back in chilly D.C., and by the time I get to the office I'm feverish, my steps are weaving, and I quite possibly might be foaming at the mouth. After trying multiple office floors, I finally see the lobby of My New Employer. I stand tall, flash a smile, and...THUNK. I walk into the glass wall of the lobby. The receptionist looks amused, not the least bit concerned. I straighten my glasses and know my sister will never let me live that one down.
Somehow, I keep my head from exploding during the departmental meeting. I think I quite subtly wiped my nose several times while gesticulating. So what if I sound like I'm speaking from a cave? I might feel like hell but bet I look dashing in my Key West tan, pressed clothes, and tie. Can you handle that, Fairfax?
The rest of the day consists of paperwork and staring at the ceiling lights reflected off my computer monitor. It is quite conducive to the hallucinations I pass in and out of. I am there until six, which also makes me foam at the mouth. Amazingly, I do not hit one kink of traffic on the way home.
Tomorrow: Round Two! With schools back on track, will my commute double to two hours? Will my swelled head (...never you mind) approach normal size? I better start picking out my outfit...at this point it's the best thing I have going for me.
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I must admit...I am a little concerned about you! Will you have to work from dawn until 6pm every day?
It wouldn't be bad w/o the commute. I think they're cool with me coming in later (which means working later). I get to avoid the traffic, but still need to put on all the mileage. Plus, it's supposed to be temporary until I go to Sacramento.
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