My brain is thinking tired, addled thoughts. I woke up last night to my cat settling in for a snuggle. He presses his head up against my cheek and throws an arm over my neck. I get drooled on a lot but it's worth it. Next thing it's morning. The alarm is slowly catching my attention. The boy has it on low. If it was just me it would be at an audible sound level, but hey, I'm not the one who has to be to work by 6. Jump up. Blink. Wander to bathroom to wash face. Find clothes. Put on. Wake the boy. Grab 4 bags of garbage of deck. Put outside apartment door. Put shoes on. Wash hands. Feed cats. Wander dawn 3 flights of stairs. No elevator. Outside with 2 weeks of garbage. Yummy.
At work. Sitting at desk. Is 5:58am. Am 2 hours early. Equals 2 hours OT.
YAY me!
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2 comments:
You on a garbage strike over there or do they only collect every 2 weeks? My cat sleeps in my arms, so sweet.
We're on a "fuck I am not walking down three flights of stairs with this shit after working a 12 hour day" garbage schedule.
So it usually sits on our balcony and gets done evey second weekend or when I cant stand looking at anymore.
We're lame.
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