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ReplyDeleteWhen I looked up again, I saw that it was nearly noon.
ReplyDeleteI smiled and shook my head. Was this one of the benefits of being fired again? And living alone? I could move out of sync with the rest of the world around me, an hour at a time, and nobody cared.
When I was the one getting the kids off to school, I was up by six. But there were a lot of mornings I forgot to set the alarm, or hit "snooze" one time too many. Once I threw it against the wall instead of getting up. After that, my wife took over that duty too.
It was OK with me. I could sleep till seven, then a quick shower and dressed to be at work by 8. It went on that way for a few jobs, each of which I managed to lose for one reason or another. One of my friends said I should talk to someone, see what's going on. Like I was crazy or something. We don't see each other anymore. Which is fine. After my wife left, he spent was too much time trying to make her feel better. I'm better off without him. And her.
When I lost my last day job, word got around and I couldn't find another one anywhere. I picked up a gig delivering flowers to funeral homes. Those were always called in late, so I worked from noon till 9. It was fine because I didn't have to get out of bed till 10.
I never make appointments before 1 o'clock because I don't trust myself to check my calendar the night before. After missing my third or fourth morning appointment, I stopped making them altogether.
Sleeping late, of course, led to later and later bedtimes. These days, it's rare that I'm in bed before 4 a.m. It's not bad. I've made Internet friends all over the world, mostly in Serbia and Ukraine. Mostly women. Women whose husbands have just left for work and are looking for someone to talk to.
They are very, very beautiful
Maybe I'll find one who wants a green card.