My roommate/tennant Basement Dan is employed again. This is very good because employment = rent money.
As far as I’m aware, his job starts at 8 AM. I’m pretty sure the deal is that everyone needs to be there at 8 so they can get the trucks loaded and be on the road for installations at 9.
So, being that he has to be in at 8, he sets his alarm for 6:30 AM. Even though he sleeps in his clothes and shaves his head bald, it still takes him an hour to get ready in the morning. I do not inquire as to what the holdup is.
Even though he has a nice plug-in alarm clock across the room that beeps until you shut it off, he doesn’t use this as his wake-up device. He prefers to rely on his cell phone which he swears wakes him up better because it’s in his pocket. Only it doesn’t.
It wakes my dog up, though, who in turn wakes me up to let me know that something in the basement is making a noise. And, since we’re up, can you feed me and let me out? She’s getting quite ornery as she gets older and I usually have no choice but to acquiesce to her demands if I don’t want to spend the next half hour listening to her growl passive-aggressively at the foot of my bed.
So I’m up, Dolly’s up. We’re walking across the squeaky floor boards, I’m using the bathroom and banging the 4 doors between the inside and the back yard.
Basement Dan remains in Slumberland, though.
Today he rolled out around 8:30, making him an hour late for work. I think he’s been consistently one to two hours late for work ever since he started working again. One time his boss called here looking for him at 8:30 AM, interrupting my “between Dan’s alarm and my alarm” nap.
I used to date this guy who had a roommate with similar problems. Only the roommate would put on this blasting beeping alarm, accompanied by very loud metal music, around 4:30 AM and ignore it for an hour. This was seriously not fun when I was sleeping over after closing down the bar.
I’d like to train my dog to pay no mind to his alarm, but I don’t want to de-sensitize her to noises in the house. I’d like to think that I feel better knowing she cares enough to alert me to a burglar or a smoke alarm.
But damn, dude. Get the fuck up or give up on the alarm already. I am pretty sure that the cell phone method does not work for you. If I wasn’t so tired, I’d get Dolly to come down and growl passive-aggressively at the foot of YOUR bed.
Surely this happens to other people, right?