The countdown is on until I start my new job.
1st April is D Day.
And I’m worried.
Not about the job, about how the fuck I’m gonna be able to get up every morning.
Some people might consider this lazy.
I disagree, I think I’m nocturnal.
I’ve always been the same, can’t sleep at night - in fact if there’s something I need to do I’m at my most productive around 4am.
I tell people I have insomnia but the truth is I don’t have trouble sleeping as long as I do it during the day.
And once I am asleep nothing can wake me.
I’m the person who slept through a hurricane and woke up wondering why next doors shed was in my garden.
Most of my jobs have been shift work, and I’ve always volunteered for the late shifts or waking nights.
I will admit that waking nights tended to pay a higher rate, but that was a bonus not the incentive.
Even as a teenager I was the same.
If I went to school I was always late, and a lot of time when I was bunking off it wasn’t always to go out with my mates, sometimes I used to just go back to bed.
Well ok not always, my mum never did understand how I managed to get such a dark suntan just from spending my lunch break outside.
Truth is when the sun was shining we all used to go to the beach instead of school.
It’s not like I have to get up really early for this job either - I’ll be starting at 10am and its only gonna take me half an hour to get there.
But just the thought of leaving my king size memory foam mattress at that time is killing me.
I love staying in bed all day.