Wednesday, July 7, 2010

Apartment chatter: Late Day

The morning sun shone through my window and somehow still managed to penetrate my closed eyelids. I need a blackout curtain. On this particular morning, I needed a rooster perched on top of my roof. As soon as my eyes opened to the blinding light, I knew that I had messed up. Quick glance at my phone which lay beside my pillow---9:30. Not good, I'm supposed to be at work at 8.

So this was a bad start to my day. Don't want to lose this job. This new job I started last Tuesday is awesome. I literally sit in a chair in the air conditioning for 8 hours and screw pieces together. If I could find my earplugs, I could also take in my IPOD and listen to music in my ear while I sit. Plus, to make this monotonous, stress-free job even better, I get paid pretty well. My previous job, where I worked twice as hard in 99 degree heat, paid me less.

So when I found out that my alarm clock had failed to go off this morning, I was pretty angry. I jumped out of bed and immediately called the temp agency I work for. Those people are intense so I was really nervous about calling them and telling them that I overslept.
*Ring Ring*
....
"This is Dustin Wyatt, I work at Staubli and my alarm clock didnt go off this morning." Fail.
Woman on other end: "Why didn't your alarm clock go off, didnt you set it?"
"Yes."
"Then why didn't it go off?"

Ridiculous. Woman, I'm already late and not in a good mood, can we please not play the 20-question game? Thank you.

Needless to say, starting your day late is never positive.

However, when you get off work and are able to go back to your own place to relax, it's not difficult to turn the day around. I moved into the apartment last month, June 8th to be exact. It has been an interesting adventure thus far. I feel like my life is a soap opera sometimes and my roommate and I joke that we should put cameras up everywhere and make our lives a 24/7 reality show.

I'm going to try and get back into a blogging schtick and post EVERYTHING that goes on at the apartment on a day-to-day basis. Trust me, good or bad, these stories are worth telling.

Goodnight.
Dustdog

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