My alarm woke me up before I was ready, but who was ever really ready to wake up in the first place?
I refused to hit the snooze button. Instead, I rolled off the couch and headed to the kitchen to make myself a chai tea latte.
Coffee was okay, tea was better, chai tea lattes were the best, and energy drinks were crack.
I would be drinking at least two of them on my double today. Tonight… whatever time it was.
Satisfied that my pick-me-up was brewing in the single-serve coffee maker, I went into the bathroom and washed my face.
There was no point in taking a shower before work. Even if I was worried that someone would be able to smell me, I had the hazmat suit to cover up any body odor and greasy hair. I guess the best part of the last three months and having to wear that suit was that I had yet to have anyone see me having a bad hair day.
