Its official, my first day at my new job has arrived.

Tomorrow morning at 5:00 AM my alarm will sound and I will roll over and stare at the ceiling, the pale white ceiling. I will slowly drag myself out of bed and over to the bathroom where I will start a shower that will probably be too hot or too cold. Moving from tub I’ll stand in front of the sink were I will proceed to shave off not only the hair on my face but a layer of skin along with it. Stumbling to the iron I will put the finishing touches on my uniform. I finish up the routine by checking my pockets for my phone wallet and keys and will be out the door and heading to the HOV slug line by 5:45.

Well, at least thats what I PLAN to do. As my friends and family know, I am not a morning person. There is something about being ripped from my slumber that puts me in a foul mood. Often this problem is exsaserbated by the fact that I never get enough sleep the night before. Already even this evening as I sit here and type this I’ve missed my projected bed time by over an hour. I need to go to bed! Why do I ALWAYS DO THIS to myself?

I have to arrive in DC at the Armory by 7:00 AM. Without traffic its a 35 minute drive. With? who knows…

Welcome to my morning routine for at least the next 56 weeks. Oh joy.

P.S did I mention the pay is really good?