I wake up at 4 a.m. every day.
And stay awake. That's how early my job starts.
It was almost a deal breaker. I'm not really what you would call an early bird. But when working from home with your kiddos, it helps to knock out half of your work day before they even get up.
So, anyway, I wake up at 4 a.m.
And I go to work in my PJs. I don't put on makeup. I don't brush my hair. Or my teeth.
Normally this is no big deal.
Last week, we had a man from the heating/cooling place out to look at our air conditioner. I was in the office working when I heard him come in to explain to Scott what the problem was. I think to myself, "Ugh, Scott is so bad at relaying details. I better go listen." I jumped up and hightailed it into the living room.
At this point, you'll want to keep in mind what I said earlier. PJs. No makeup. Crazy, out-of-control hair.
I walk into the living room and stop dead in my tracks. It takes nearly every ounce of self control not to turn immediately around and run back to the office.
I know this man. His daughter was in my after-school program at my last job. It was the kind of job that you showered for every day, brushed your hair for, put on something other than plaid pajama pants.
So. Completely. Mortified.
There was a hint of recognition in his eyes, but he just kept on explaining the problem, ignoring the fact that some crazed lady just came storming down the hallway in her pajamas. Maybe he was just being nice. Maybe he was distracted by my hair sticking up in the back. Or maybe he didn't recognize me in my current state.
We'll go with that.