I threw an inner tantrum this morning, mostly from exhaustion. After a two-week respite, I’ve entered work-myself-to-death mode again, and my mind, body and soul are starting to mutter in the dark corners of my brain.
I have to wake up quite early if I want to get to work on time. In Honduras, waking up at 6:30 wasn’t much of a problem, the sunlight would start creeping into my windows at 5:45, and by the time my alarm sounded I was already wide awake, usually. Going to bed early was a bit harder, but achievable, mostly because dinner was at 6, and almost all nocturnal prowling was between 7 and 10. Going to bed at 11 was something I would tend to do, even if work shouldn’t permit it.
Monterrey is very nocturnal, and daylight savings time means the sun is setting around 9. Dinner is at 10. Going to bed at 11 makes me feel like a three-year-old. What’s more inconvenient is that my bed is in the family room, which is usually filled with my nephews playing FIFA 2008, their favorite song on the guitar, or annoying each other for fun. Official bedtime is at midnight, but usually it comes around 1.
With that level of exhaustion, even stupid little things like brushing my teeth, rise to the difficulty of the average college entrance test…for graduate school. I paid direct taxi to get to work today, and even so, arrived half an hour late!!! That costs 70 pesos (140Lps) each time. I seem to be having a little trouble with my lifestyle at the moment.
Although I was on time to work yesterday, I wasn’t able to go to music practice. I haven’t been able to go to ever since I was in interviews for a job three weeks ago. Man I need a car! If I had a car, I could have easily gone. As it is, I have to ride on 2 different buses, ride the metro, and walk for about a kilometer, wait for my nephew to pick me up, and hope my cell phone is charged so I can call him. (It wasn’t yesterday).
I hope it won’t take very long to get adjusted. There are so many things to do!
Image by Philip Torrone, used with a Creative Commons license.