One of those days at Campbellodeon

You know what your mother said about days like this. She said there would be some.

Pre 5 am: Son #1 comes in the bedroom complaining about nightmares. I am a sensitive father. My response: “Here’s a pillow, find a blanket and sleep on the floor.” Even if our bed was big enough (i.e. bigger than a queen size), he wouldn’t be getting in there with us. A boy’s got to grow up sometime.

A little information about me: interrupted sleep is not good.

6:30 am: Alarm #2 goes off. I realize that I either slept through the first alarm or I turned it off in my sleep (which would require me to get out of bed, good thing I wasn’t sleeping on the edge of a cliff). Missing alarm #1 means no running this morning. I am pissed because I have yet to string back-to-back running sessions together. It’s not a huge deal since I pulled a quad/groin yesterday, but I still wanted to go. Not a great way to start the day.

6:40 am: Finally talk myself out of the bed and into the shower. This is actually good for me as I would usually sleep for another hour.

Pee
Turn on shower
Pick out clothes
Shower
Underwear, hair, clothes, teeth brushed
Get lunch and backpack together

7:05 am: Out the door, in the truck, on the way to work. Not bad, but for some reason I have a bad feeling about the day. Maybe it’s because the sun is not out. I just know traffic is going to be bad.

7:20 am: I get to the interstate and the sun still hasn’t come out. Not good.

7:27 am: Traffic on I-75 South comes to a halt at Chastain Rd. I mentally prepare myself for the soon-to-arrive cramp in my clutch foot and I wish I had a personal helicopter.

8:00 am: Arrive at the perimeter. Maybe I can still be at work before 8:30 am. 8:30 am + 8 work hours = 4:30 pm departure for home.

8:23 am: Pull into the parking deck. At least there is a chance I might get home at a decent hour, but I won’t be holding my breath.

It’s 11:09 am now and everything has been relatively normal aside from:

my machine being slow as hell (perhaps it’s the 10 concurrent Perl processes being run along side Firefox, Winamp, Outlook, and Eclipse)
firefox crashing, which has been happening a lot lately
the guy on the other side of my cube wall who is still nursing a nasty case of the whooping cough (it doesn’t bother me that he is in the office, I don’t stay home when I am sick, but that doesn’t make it any easier to listen to someone cough up their lungs all day long), thank God for headphones

Are we all up to speed?

Hey Paul.

Campbellodeon

One of those days

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