Spooky Morning
OK, I'm a zombie in the morning, i usually drift through my early morning ritual and leave the house for work in a kind of daze. Its easy for me to forget things like house keys, bus money, phone, etc. To combat this i have a very organised way of doing things. My wallet and keys go in my right hip pocket, my change, bus pass and phone in my left hip pocket. This way i can check if i've forgotten anything with a quick pat on my pockets.
Today i managed to leave the house fully dressed with all my usual gubbins. When i got into work i found i was an hour late.
I often late by a few minutes and i have been known to saunter in 1/2 hour late. I make this time up on my lunchbreak on most days. The difference is that usually i know if i am running late.
Today went like this:
7.15am - alarm wakes me up, turn alarm off, go back to bed.
7.25am - get out of bed, look at clock, not too late, thats ok.
7.30am - 7.50am - in the shower.
8am - getting dressed
8am - 8.20am - getting ready, brush teeth, gel hair, etc
8.25am - leave house, walk to bus stop.
at this point i start reading the metro and don't check my watch until.....
10.00am arrive at piccadilly gardens, check my watch and say "shit" followed by "huh?" followed by "meh".
So somewhere i lost an hour. Now usually when people say that, they mean they skipped an hour and they know exactly when and why. e.g. i lost an hour and woke up late. Clearly here the hour is not lost, it is spent in blissful sleep.
I have however lost my hour. I honestly have no idea at which point i lost it or where it went.
The only thing i can think of is that upon waking again at 7.25am and looking at my clock and then from that time until i left the house at 8.25am i was actually misreading my clock and reading 8.30 as 7.30. This becomes more difficult to believe when you consider that i have a digital clock with big glowing red numbers.
So either i have (over the course of an hour) misread my hard-to-misread clock, or some kind of alien abduction took place on the bus and i was carted off, anally probed and returned without my knowledge.
Today i managed to leave the house fully dressed with all my usual gubbins. When i got into work i found i was an hour late.
I often late by a few minutes and i have been known to saunter in 1/2 hour late. I make this time up on my lunchbreak on most days. The difference is that usually i know if i am running late.
Today went like this:
7.15am - alarm wakes me up, turn alarm off, go back to bed.
7.25am - get out of bed, look at clock, not too late, thats ok.
7.30am - 7.50am - in the shower.
8am - getting dressed
8am - 8.20am - getting ready, brush teeth, gel hair, etc
8.25am - leave house, walk to bus stop.
at this point i start reading the metro and don't check my watch until.....
10.00am arrive at piccadilly gardens, check my watch and say "shit" followed by "huh?" followed by "meh".
So somewhere i lost an hour. Now usually when people say that, they mean they skipped an hour and they know exactly when and why. e.g. i lost an hour and woke up late. Clearly here the hour is not lost, it is spent in blissful sleep.
I have however lost my hour. I honestly have no idea at which point i lost it or where it went.
The only thing i can think of is that upon waking again at 7.25am and looking at my clock and then from that time until i left the house at 8.25am i was actually misreading my clock and reading 8.30 as 7.30. This becomes more difficult to believe when you consider that i have a digital clock with big glowing red numbers.
So either i have (over the course of an hour) misread my hard-to-misread clock, or some kind of alien abduction took place on the bus and i was carted off, anally probed and returned without my knowledge.
posted by Gribble The Munchkin | 4:49 AM
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