I had a touch of insomnia last night. I gave Hook a miss, and crawled into my rack about 9:30. Woke up about an hour later. Then I went to sleep and woke up again at 02:30. Tossed and turned, and wasn’t feeling sleepy; so I got up at 03:00 instead of my normal 05:00. I added water tothe coffee pot (which obviously hadn’t turned itself on yet) so I could have 12 cups of joe instead of my weekday-traditional six. (Eight on weekends, in case you were wondering.)
So there I am; drinking coffee, watching Headline News, and posting to the boards and checking my e-mail. Suddenly it was time to get ready for work! I get up two hours early, and still I procrastinate enough that I’m right down to the wire. Shower, shave, dress, make a couple of turkey and lingonberry sandwiches, and put the crab I caught and cooked yesterday into the cooler to take in to the boss. On the road.
When I got to the office the blinds were closed and the lot was empty. One of the guys was loading equipment into his van, so I entered through the shop and opened the office. As I was walking in, one of our customers showed up asking if the boss was there. No, just me. I took the information and told him I’d pass it along. I wrote down the message, then checked the voice mail and copied that message as well. Checked e-mail and started up the CAD program to work on the gate I was drawing.
I don’t like to do a slapdash job on my drawings. The boss likes my work, and I want the quality of my drawings to match the quality of our product. It’s close work. From time to time I’ll rest my eyes by reading the news online or visiting the Dope. (I don’t post from work, though.) Since I don’t log onto the boards, the times are off – Central time instead of Pacific. I was looking at a message and calculated the time of posting.
Wait. That’s not right. That post says 07:23, and the clock on my computer says the same. Huh? I looked at my watch. 07:23. I checked a wall clock. 07:23. Finally I went back to the shop and asked the guy if it was 07:26 (by the time I got back there). He said it was. I said, “That explains some things.”
I’d left for work in a big hurry, thinking I was running late. In actuality, I was an hour early. :smack:.
I’m such a dope.
(On the bright side, I got out an hour early.)