Driven Crazy

Oh my gawd! After my nap earlier today, I woke up with a song in my head. Don’t you just hate it when that happens, especially when you can’t get rid of it? And it’s even worse when the song comes out of nowhere, you haven’t heard it in an insanely long time, and you always really, really hated it.

I woke up with Donna Fargo’s “The Happiest Girl in the Whole USA.”

  • I’m not out-of-my-mind happy these days (although I’m by no means unhappy or depressed)
  • I’m sure ain’t a girl
  • And I sure ain’t in the USA

Picture me now with both hands on my ears, saying “La, la, la …I can’t hear you, Donna!”

The Flipside of Adaptation

In some ways, I hardly recognize myself these days. I don’t mean that in the bad sense. I just mean that I’m not quite used to my new regimen.

Anyone who knows me in real life is accustomed to thinking Maurice = Night Owl. Friends who had to take insanely early flights out of Halifax knew they could count on me to drive them to the airport on time; I would simply stay up a bit later than usual and get them there. For me, 2 a.m. was going to bed early; and since I’ve always needed my sleep, if I was up by noon, it meant that I must have gone to bed around 4 a.m. My internal clock was like no one else’s — the reverse of anyone I know.

Then came the new job.

Twice last week, I surprised myself when I actually woke up on my own a few minutes before my alarm clock, which I set for 7 a.m. on weekdays. I’m usually showered, dressed, have eaten breakfast and logged on to work via my VPN (Virtual Private Network) connection by 7:45 a.m. I should log off by 4ish, but I often find myself wrapping things up and preparing for the next day until about 5:45 p.m. — a habit I need to rid myself quickly before I can’t get rid of it.

I still make a point of getting enough sleep. For me, that means at least 7 hours a day, preferably 8. But despite that, at the end of the day, whether I worked or not, I’m exhausted. No, no… Not just “tired.” “I have to go to bed right now” exhausted. By 11:15 last night, after dinner with JT, I was fading fast. Today I napped for just over an hour around suppertime, and I’m relatively confident I’ll be ready for a normal night’s sleep by midnight at the latest. I’ve been assuming that this fatigue has been the result of the intensive learning I’ve been going through.

I must admit that I do like no longer being a night owl. What I don’t like so much is being ready for bed by midnight, whether it’s a weekday or the weekend. It makes me feel like a fogey.

I’m too young to be a fogey. I really am.