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GAH! Can't Sleep, Clowns Will Eat Me
Feb. 12th, 2007 10:36 amI have this weird anxiety thing about being late for important events.
As noted, i had a meeting with the new outsourcers at seven this morning (which was eight-thirty in the evening their time). Knowing it'd be really bad form to be late for the first meeting, i set things up so that i'd be at my desk in advance, which meant getting up before six. So, at bed time, i set an alarm and was very conscious of the need to be up and ready to go.
Perhaps too conscious. I awoke at 3:12 a.m., and looked at the clock. Nope, not time. Go back to sleep.
Except that that was easier said than done. Tried for what seemed like an eternity, looked at the clock again. 4:02. Rinse, lather, repeat at 4:47, 5:03, 5:21, 5:49.
Made it in at about fourteen till seven. A mug of tea later, i was approximating sentient, and called in to the meeting. They ended up being about five minutes late.
Now it's ten-thirty-three in Seattle, i've had three mugs of tea and a Mountain Dew. I feel as if someone's pounding roofing nails into my temples.
As noted, i had a meeting with the new outsourcers at seven this morning (which was eight-thirty in the evening their time). Knowing it'd be really bad form to be late for the first meeting, i set things up so that i'd be at my desk in advance, which meant getting up before six. So, at bed time, i set an alarm and was very conscious of the need to be up and ready to go.
Perhaps too conscious. I awoke at 3:12 a.m., and looked at the clock. Nope, not time. Go back to sleep.
Except that that was easier said than done. Tried for what seemed like an eternity, looked at the clock again. 4:02. Rinse, lather, repeat at 4:47, 5:03, 5:21, 5:49.
Made it in at about fourteen till seven. A mug of tea later, i was approximating sentient, and called in to the meeting. They ended up being about five minutes late.
Now it's ten-thirty-three in Seattle, i've had three mugs of tea and a Mountain Dew. I feel as if someone's pounding roofing nails into my temples.
