Don't Speak to Me Before 10

Don't Speak to Me Before 10

At one point, an employer of mine expressed to me, "You're not a morning person are you?" I stared blankly at her because I was shocked that I wasn't hiding that fact well. As time went by, I noticed that I did interact with coworkers before a certain hour. My voice doesn't assume a normalized pitch until 11. As the years have gone by, I've accepted that I am not suited for activities that begin before 10:00 am. Breakfast meeting? No thanks. Don't put me down for morning weekend activities either. I'll skip it or be late. (shrug emoji)

Dating back to as long as I can remember, I've had trouble getting out of bed. This notion became a defined fact when I was late to school every day or the thought of morning workouts were a solid no as I could not afford to lose a sacred hour of sleep. I wake up when the alarm clock goes off, yet I snooze at least three times. It's as if I'm trying to rouse myself from the dead. THEN for whatever reason, time speeds up as I get ready for the day. I lose 15 minutes in the process of brushing my teeth. What in the world? It's as if I'm being Punk'd. 

I didn't drink coffee until I began working after college. It felt like peer pressure to join my other office drones in this practice. I have to add sugar and cream in order to ingest the juice. I eventually began expanding my coffee lifestyle. Now, I drink lattes, iced coffee and whatever else variety is presented to me. I'm no longer picky when it comes to caffeine. I just know that I need it. I get a headache if I don't have it in my system. 

To sum up, don't speak to me before 10.