Rousted

Ugh. There’s nothing worse than being awakened by the sound of your cell phone. Especially when it’s 5:14 in the morning.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m used to waking up at really odd hours to answer EMT & fire calls, but the sound of my pager is definitely not as frightening as when my cell phone goes off when it’s…you know, not supposed to.

I ran to the kitchen in my skivvies in time to ‘just’ miss the call. I looked at the caller ID to see the phone number of who’d called. It was a 612 number. Minneapolis. Like some automaton on auto-pilot, I dialed up the number.

It was my boss. Crap.

“Hi Thomas, it’s your boss (not really how she refers to herself). So and so is sick. Would you be able to pick up her training class?”

Ugh. Yes. I would. But I was not happy about it.

See, this is one of the things I despise about my day job. My life is not my own. I get calls in the wee hours to fill in. I sometimes have to train in the dead of night. My schedule can get changed in a moment’s notice. I sometimes have to work holidays.

But, I know it could be worse. I could be jobless, poor as all get-out and be forced to eat old cigarette butts in the corner for sustenance.

My biggest gripe? I had NO IDEA what kind of call I was getting that early in the morning. I immediately thought the worst. One of my parents is sick. My brother got in an accident. They stopped making Orange Tic-Tacs indefinitely.

I mean, the list is potentially endless.

Next time? I’m going to hit the snooze button and ignore the phone.

IN OTHER NEWS: I do have something to look forward to today. The new Tegan and Sara album is out! Hoo-ha!