But I do have a new carpool buddy. And this carpool buddy is an eight to fiver. So now instead of waking up whenever I wake up and making my way to work, I get up at what sometimes feels like the middle of the night to get ready and be out the door by 7:00.
You may be thinking, “That’s a major life change just for a carpool.” And you’d be right. But here’s the thing—I’m married to my carpool buddy. So it’s worth it.
Marty works a few miles past where I do, so it just made sense for us to start riding together. (He is the office manager/HR assistant at a local non-profit organization.) My body still isn’t quite used to the change in schedule. Every morning when the alarm on his phone sounds (a distinctive ring), I secretly hope that he’s changed the ring tones around and it’s just someone calling him in the middle of the night—meaning I can keep sleeping. No such luck.
Though my body isn’t quite used to the change in schedule, I have definitely gotten used to the extra few minutes alone in the car together as we go to and from work. Last week I had a one-day conference at one of the local universities. We didn’t ride together that day. As I drove to the conference and back home I was amazed at how lonely I felt and how much I’ve come to look forward to our drive to and from work together. Marty said the same thing when I got home.
(This picture was the only picture my thesis advisor could scrounge up to show at my defense.)
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That would probably kill me too! Though it is nice to have someone you love share your ride with you! :)
That's very cute. I'm glad you get to carpool with your sweetheart. Plus, congrats on the new job, Marty! Sounds like a good fit.
Did you get a new job too, Sonnet? Cause it looks like you're working at a laundromat in that picture.
I'm with you there on what seems to be the middle of the night when the alarm clock goes off. ;p That's so great you get to carpool with Marty. I'm thinking that as the days get longer we will walk with Devin to work, and "pick him up" more often (he works 2.5 blocks from home).
I think one of the best things that I have done in the past year was to start working at 7am. Last spring-summer terms I started working the 7am-1pm shifts at the creamery Monday-Saturday. Although it was never realy fun to get up at the crack of dawn (or before) it always felt good when I would come home from work after 1 and my room mate would still be sleeping. I felt really productive. Keep it up, it's worth it.
When it was my turn to milk the cow, I chose to do it at 5 AM. I found by experience that it got the day off to a nice start. The house was quiet when I came in from the chore; there were no distractions.
I also rode to work with your mother, it was a time for discussions and decisions. We did that until she had to go to work in the opposite direction.
Boss, I do not think that the location is a laundromat. The device in front of her is probably a controlled environmental cabinet in a lab at Mayo.
Love ya'll. Daddy-O
OK, I admit, I actually really like being at work early. I like the time to myself in the lab, etc. I feel like I can get more done and be more focused. I just don't like the waking up part. Although today Marty commented on how I just "popped" out of bed when the alarm sounded. I confessed that I hadn't actually been sleeping--just resting. I had gotten up an hour earlier, taken Razor out, gotten on the computer, and then climbed back in bed.
The trick about med school is that some rotations start at 8 and some at 5 and so you get a new schedule every few weeks. But it will be over soon! And on to the same haphazard schedule during internship!
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