Beep, beep, beep, beep. It was the high-pitched sound of the alarm yanking me out of my sleep and sleep is the only comfort I see for me today. Groggy, I smear my hands over my face, getting anything that didn’t need to be there off.
As I thought about what was on my agenda for the day, I stretched and cringed a little because I thought about her again. The only woman I’ve actually ever cared about. She is also the one that just left me. And for what? I don’t want to think about this. How do you stop your mind from wandering there?
I’ve got to get moving. After all, it is Monday so I have to go to work. No time to waste. Another day, another dollar, another issue, and another feat of helping someone to solve (while I try not to laugh at) their issues, as well as, help still others deal with some of the other problems of this wicked old world, like relationships, jobs, and the people relative to the problems in them. Time’s getting away!
5:50 and it’s still dark outside. Why didn’t I pick a different area of my profession, where I didn’t have to work til 9, 9:30 a.m. or at least one with a clearer, more set number of days and hours? With this schedule, I barely have time to smoke before I have to go in. They’re trying to stop my motivation but I can’t let that happen so I’m methodical with my time. I need to get in the shower. No time to waste.
Everything must flow smoothly. So, I slide my butt to the edge on the side of the bed and get my smoke together. Then I get out of bed and begin to get my head togeher, ready for this day. I chill there for 15 minutes before I take my shower. A little me time. I jump in the shower, get out and dressed, all in 20 minutes. That’s record time for me.
6:20 only 40 minutes before my first appointment and my office was still a 25 minute drive. A thought crossed my mind. For the first time in a long while there had been no breakfast being cooked in my kitchen, early in the morning, smelling up the house, just waiting for me to finish showering and get to the table.
My stomach growled slightly. It must be because of missing her cooking. Just the thought made a brother hungry. I laugh to myself. Guess I’m going to have to get something on the way. Maybe Mickey D’s.
I rush to my car pushing the garage door opener as I hurried past. The garage door creaked and began immediately aching my ears as it opened (why is something that loud, that slow, and so nerve wrecking but it’s supposed to be for your convenience). Nonetheless, I waited and once the door stopped, I pulled out of my garage and up the driveway. I always pull in backwards so it’s a straight shot out my garage.
I drive like a maniac on the highway and arrive at my office at 6:35. Record time again! I wonder if this is any indication of how my day is going to be. As, I approached the private garage that read doctors only, the doors suddenly opened and I pulled into my parking space, with my name in gold letters, with ease.
Here we go!
