Here’s mine:
I wakeup at various intervals in the night. Sometimes it’s because I need to pee. Sometimes my mind just needs to verify that the world exists. I would like to sleep past 5:00AM but usually that’s one of those points where my mind is ready to check on the world. I wake up, look at the clock, register that it is 5:00AM, note that it is ALWAYS 5:00AM, and lay in a fog until 6:00AM when I absolutely must get up to go to work. The next hour is a whirlwind of shower, coffee, cereal, and commute. I live 15 miles from work. It takes about 20 minutes to get to work. Well, not exactly, it takes longer. I drop my partner off at his job, because he absolutely has to be to work on time at 7:00AM. If you add the time it takes to drop him off, my commute takes about 25 to 30 minutes. I never figure in the time it takes to drop my partner to work.
I am supposed to be to work at 7:00, though I am nearly always pulling into the parking deck at that time. I rush to my office, which is a 5 minute walk from the parking deck, cut on the computer, check my email, and pull up the “Straight Dope” website. A couple of my co-workers are already at work when I arrive, but the vast majority meander in anywhere between 7:15 and 7:30. They are all supposed to be in at 7:00. Noone stresses though because the boss is always at least an hour late.
For the next 30 minutes, I talk with the one other liberal in our department. I then go to the bathroom. Back at my desk, I read the “Straight Dope” until 9:00AM, when I then go on a 15 minute walk. Now my mind is set on lunch, though it’s still almost 2 hours away. More “Straight Dope”, a check on the DisneyWorld/Universal Studios boards, the weather, and the news fills the next couple of hours. It’s lunch. I’m free. An hour of not pretending to work. Woohoo! By 1:00PM a few work requests may or may not show up in my inbox. It doesn’t matter. The requests never take longer than an hour and usually only require a few minutes of my time. A little more “Straight Dope”, a couple of hours conversation with the other liberal, and it’s 3 o’clock. It’s time for a bathroom break. I reserve 3:00 to 3:45 to exchange pleasantries with my conservative co-workers. It’s about all I can stand of them (They are the particularly abbrasive kind of conservative —you know, the nuke-the-muslims type). A phone call to my partner telling him I’ll be there to pick him up at the usual time and shutting down the computer at 3:55 closes my work day.
I pick my partner up at 4:10ish, and we talk about our day as we head to the park.
Him: “Stress, stress, stress”.
Me: “Easy, easy, easy”.
Him: “Tired, crabby, overworked co-workers”.
Me: “Sorry, sorry, sorry.”
We both start playing our game of singing silly lyrics that we make up on the fly to popular songs.
Me: “Stop it. You’re going to make me too silly and I don’t need to be rear-ending anymore Rav-4s”.
We arrive at the park in 15 minutes. I go for a 15 to 20 minute jog; He walks for that time. We meet back at the car and —drive (there’s considerably more traffic now)—talk with partner —forage for supper —30 to 45 minutes of TV—talk with partner----check out a few adult websites—sex? naw, we’re both to tired to do it right —talk ----pack a few more boxes for our impending move. It’s 9:00PM; we are shutting down. Brush and floss ----Oops! forgot to do toning exercises —half-heartedly do 50 crunches and 10 chin-ups —that’ll have to do. Harumph, we should’ve had sex. No matter, we always have sex on the weekend. He retires to his bed; I to mine. We sleep separately because I am such a light sleeper and he snores. My bed is upstairs in a half-finished attic. I take a large plastic cup from a local eatery. I’ll be damned if I’m negotiating those stairs at night just to pee. This cup will do nicely. —masturbate ----lights out —sleep. Repeat process.
About me (included to put my day in the context of my life):
age - 38 years old
job - Programmer Analyst Associate (I don’t know what that is either)
salary - $48718/year
education - B.S. in studio art (yes you read that right, BS), B.S in CIS
partnered - yes, for 8 years
goal - to quit our traditional jobs in 2 years and see the country. (We have been saving for this for the past 6 years)
hobbies - painting, playing guitar (but who really has time for that)
here is a link to a live recording of my bro, sis, and me, made back in the early 90’s:
http://www.nowhereradio.com/artists/album.php?aid=1675&alid=-1