MORNINGS...........

Rumor has it that somewhere on our planet are a rare breed of humans called "morning people". These are the people who wake up at the crack of dawn and are ready to take anything that their day can give them, with a smile. You see these people bouncing around like a bunch of Tiggers (from Winnie the Pooh!) before most of our alarm clocks get fired across the room! While we peel our face full of pillow indentations off of the bed, these "morning people" have already watered their lawn, scraped the paint off the house, bathed the dog, renovated the kitchen cupboards, read the newspaper and have polished all the silver in the house! The rest of society goes to sleep as late as they can, and couldn't wake up any earlier than ten minutes before work. Some of these people wake up and just remain tired for the next eleven hours and some are just cranky as hell. I am a hybrid of both of these groups. I hate waking up in the morning because I - well - not cause I went to bed late - just cause I HATE waking up! And now I hate you and it's your fault that I have to get up. So, I am in the group I like to call; If you talk to me before 10:00 a.m., I will shove bamboo shoots into your cornea's! I wake up numb and angry and usually don't pay attention to a damn thing as I get driven to work. I get to my chair at the office and sometimes I wonder what I missed on the way in - or even if Tim and I had a conversation! Some mornings - I don't think a word is spoken! Anyway, there are those days when something happens that I will be awakened and go through the rest of the day aware of my surroundings! Today was one of those days.........thank God I'm leaving early - AND - this is MY FRIDAY! Before 8:30 am this morning (and I start work at 8:15 am) I was called, let's see - A Knob, a Crackhead, a Loser, a Tool, a Herring Choker (yes - those were the ACTUAL words used!), and a Fibber! Okay - now I can handle all those OTHER names - but a "Fibber"? WTF??????? That was in the first 15 minutes of my morning - and I think I only spoke once! Ah - to be appreciated for one's work is so esteem building! Lashing Out - DIZ!