Categories: ramblings
Date: 21 December 2006 13:23:12
Bear in mind, I am not a morning person. My routine is finely crafted, and is down to a fine, nay precise, art. It has to be. My brain simply doesn't work, so everything has to run like clockwork.
Alarm went off.
Woke up.
Dressing gown, slippers, into kitchen, make breakfast (seventeen days on the trot, yay me). So far, so good. Morning is going to plan.
Housemate goes into bathroom. Ah. This Is Not In The Plan. He's never up at this time of day.
Housemate comes out of bathroom. I go in.
I come out, put coffee on. This is good, this is part of The Plan. The next part of The Plan is me going back into bathroom and cleaning teeth whilst coffee is brewing.
Housemate goes back into bathroom. Ah.
Housemate comes out of bathroom.
I go back in. By this time, I'm running 15 minutes behind, give or take. Call it 20, for the sake of argument.
I come out of bathroom and go and get dressed.
Am about to leave house when my hindbrain starts leaping up and down and shrieking "You can't wear that, you dozy cow, you've forgotten about the Very Important Meeting over the road!" (Our parent company is a lot more formal than we are, even their back office have to wear suits).
Quick change. Possibly the quickest ever in the history of the world.
Pick up lighter-weight coat (don't need full-length wool job if I'm wearing a suit jacket). Remember about gloves. Find left glove in pocket of long coat. Right glove is missing. Go looking for right glove. Find right glove.
Leave flat, lock door.
Get all the way downstairs and out of the block of flats, realise my travel card and work pass are still in the bag I was using yesterday. Swear. Run back up stairs, get travel card and work pass.
Leave flat, lock door. Again.
Think longingly of nice warm bed and strenuously resist temptation to say "sod it," crawl back into bed and pull duvet and blanket over head and stay there for a week.
Nearly kill myself on a patch of ice and mushed-up leaves that was lying in wait for me at the bottom of the road.
Get to work, look in mirror in lift, discover I forgot to change my earrings when I changed my suit, so I've been wearing teal green flower studs with a raspberry-pink suit. (No. Just no, in case you were wondering).
My boss has given me my Christmas bottle of wine. I'm tempted to open it.