Does anyone else have as much trouble getting up in the morning as I do?
I swear to god, when I'm in a tired daze in the morning, an extra 5 minutes of sleep in like a shot of heroin to me. It just seems more important than anything else in my life at the moment.
Once I get up and get going, things are okay. It's just that getting up in the first place is sometimes REALLY HARD - like my body is made of velcro and I am stuck to the matress.
The only thing that eventually makes me get up is the bulding stress in my mind by knowing the consequences of NOT getting up. With each passing minute, there is a battle of will in my head - anxiety of being late for work VS. desire for 10 more minutes of sleep...then 10 more minutes...then one more snooze...etc. I'll rationalize all the while, "I can skip breakfast." or "I might be able to get away without shaving today." or "Maybe my boss will be later than me and not notice..."
EVENTUALLY, the stress wins and I get my ass out of bed, but then I'm often late to work - and a bad start to the day means the rest of the day is going to suck too. AND not being punctual looks really bad professionally.
I just don't get what's wrong with me, though. I get a decent amount of sleep, I excercise, I have a great bed, regular routine....but it's always been an issue for me. I think my body just needs more sleep than the average person, like maybe 10 hours a night instead of the recommended 8 (not that I always get that much even). Most people I know do just fine with 6.
I don't know how I made it through the military. In boot camp, I went to bed at midnight only to be woken at 4am in the fucking cold so we could do painful exercises in the snow and get yelled at. Going to sleep was like the blink of an eye - you'd SWEAR that you just laid down when that fucking reveille trumpet would start and the flourescent lights buzzed on.
12/24 swing shifts were fun too. I'd have a to work from 6a-6p, get 24 hours to sleep, eat, prepare uniforms, keep the barracks inspection ready, and run errands. Then I'd work the opposite shift, 6p-6a. There were no weekends, it just kept rotating back and forth indefinitely. It sounds kind of cool at first, but you end up working more hours in a week than a full-time job (~55 hours), get paid less, and worst of all, never know when to fucking sleep!!! I can't complain too much though...poor bastards on ships sometimes got 12/12 shifts. Just work/sleep/work/sleep/work/sleep without ever gettting a weekend or vacation.
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I don't have this same trouble every morning, thank god. Today, for instance, I somehow got my ass out of bed early so I could get in to work prior to the BIG bosses coming in today. Maybe the extra stress of their arrival quickly defeated my heroin-esque fog this morning...
I'm supposed to have an appointment coming up in a couple months to see this sleep doctor anyway, since I'm told I snore out of control. I'm never aware of it, of course, but I believe it since my dad could blow down a house in his sleep. I'm actually going to spend the night at the clinic and have them watch me sleep (kinda creepy), so maybe they'll got to the bottom of this...like I don't breathe well while unconscious or something.
Who knows? Maybe I turn into Tyler Durdan and live a whole other life that I'm not even aware of...
I swear to god, when I'm in a tired daze in the morning, an extra 5 minutes of sleep in like a shot of heroin to me. It just seems more important than anything else in my life at the moment.
Once I get up and get going, things are okay. It's just that getting up in the first place is sometimes REALLY HARD - like my body is made of velcro and I am stuck to the matress.
The only thing that eventually makes me get up is the bulding stress in my mind by knowing the consequences of NOT getting up. With each passing minute, there is a battle of will in my head - anxiety of being late for work VS. desire for 10 more minutes of sleep...then 10 more minutes...then one more snooze...etc. I'll rationalize all the while, "I can skip breakfast." or "I might be able to get away without shaving today." or "Maybe my boss will be later than me and not notice..."
EVENTUALLY, the stress wins and I get my ass out of bed, but then I'm often late to work - and a bad start to the day means the rest of the day is going to suck too. AND not being punctual looks really bad professionally.
I just don't get what's wrong with me, though. I get a decent amount of sleep, I excercise, I have a great bed, regular routine....but it's always been an issue for me. I think my body just needs more sleep than the average person, like maybe 10 hours a night instead of the recommended 8 (not that I always get that much even). Most people I know do just fine with 6.
I don't know how I made it through the military. In boot camp, I went to bed at midnight only to be woken at 4am in the fucking cold so we could do painful exercises in the snow and get yelled at. Going to sleep was like the blink of an eye - you'd SWEAR that you just laid down when that fucking reveille trumpet would start and the flourescent lights buzzed on.
12/24 swing shifts were fun too. I'd have a to work from 6a-6p, get 24 hours to sleep, eat, prepare uniforms, keep the barracks inspection ready, and run errands. Then I'd work the opposite shift, 6p-6a. There were no weekends, it just kept rotating back and forth indefinitely. It sounds kind of cool at first, but you end up working more hours in a week than a full-time job (~55 hours), get paid less, and worst of all, never know when to fucking sleep!!! I can't complain too much though...poor bastards on ships sometimes got 12/12 shifts. Just work/sleep/work/sleep/work/sleep without ever gettting a weekend or vacation.
...
I don't have this same trouble every morning, thank god. Today, for instance, I somehow got my ass out of bed early so I could get in to work prior to the BIG bosses coming in today. Maybe the extra stress of their arrival quickly defeated my heroin-esque fog this morning...
I'm supposed to have an appointment coming up in a couple months to see this sleep doctor anyway, since I'm told I snore out of control. I'm never aware of it, of course, but I believe it since my dad could blow down a house in his sleep. I'm actually going to spend the night at the clinic and have them watch me sleep (kinda creepy), so maybe they'll got to the bottom of this...like I don't breathe well while unconscious or something.
Who knows? Maybe I turn into Tyler Durdan and live a whole other life that I'm not even aware of...
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mineux:
i dont even know if Andrew has days off.... poor baby!!!
dclxvi:
You do snore like a fucking fiend. Unfortunately, you don't live a second life like Tyler Durdan - I would miss you if you were out of the nest.