Sunday, March 30, 2008

no windows here

I have a habit of staying up late. I'd like say it was a side effect of ship life or the downside of shift work but I'd be lying to myself. I solved the world's problems on my couch with my brother at 3 am enough times to convince me it's an internal problem. Or just a natural bent.

On the weekends breakfast is served from 6:30 7:30 on weekdays; 7:30 to 9:00 am on weekends. For the first two weeks I was here I went to breakfast every morning. Then I got smart and realized a piece of toasted bread was never worth waking up before 8 am. I only attend breakfast on weekdays when I am working a day shift.

But sadly, on the weekends, lunch is not served; you have to pack a lunch at breakfast. And here in lies the dilemma; be awake and interacting with people before 9 am on a Saturday or go hungry until dinner. I don't like to be hungry. I generally roll out of bed as close to 9 am as possible.

The travel alarm clock I brought to the ship has not served me very well. It does not wake me if I am wearing two ear plugs and the digital screen is now malfunctioning. It's hard to distinguish between numbers like 6 and 8.

When my alarm went off this morning I rolled out of bed, brushed my teeth, and headed towards the dining room. When I reached the top of the steps, it was strangely quiet. I also noticed that it still looked dark outside (I have no windows in my cabin so I wouldn't know). Then I realized it was not 8:30, but 6:30. I had been smitten by an malfunctioning alarm clock.

I walked back into my cabin and slept until 8:30. I'll make sure it's set for 8:30 tonight.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

This is so encouraging. Thank you much for faithfully blogging this experience. Your blogs are blessing me.