Long day today. I started out by getting up on time, leaving early, and still being late to work because I stopped by Panera to grab something to go for breakfast since I am out of food. I don't know why I do this every six months or so: I should remember that in the mornings, Panera employees are not quite phased into reality yet, so they move at an eighth of the speed of our reality, resulting in five minutes or more per customer. A guy ordering a bagel and a coffee took seven minutes, and his friend was still waiting. I left with no breakfast and was still late.
I was working a double shift (someone needed today off, so I worked his shift and then my own), and it was already going to be a long day since I didn't get much sleep last night and had not breakfast. Then someone called out sick, and no one else could fill in, so I picked up that shift, too. Yes, I left at 7:30 am and returned around 11pm. I'm glad I could get those extra hours because I like being able to pay my rent, but the ride home was somewhat fraught with danger.
When I am wiped like that, I often have to pull myself into focus by singing the first two lines of the chorus from Steven Curtis Chapman's "We Are Not Home Yet" to remind myself that I am on the road driving and cannot get distracted by shiny things, shadows, other vehicles, people in other vehicles, birds, flickering lights, or anything else because I must get home in one piece with my little car. This became my theme song after the last accident . . .
What do you do to keep yourself awake, focused, and more safe on the roads when you're wiped out?
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