Baaaaaw
April 21, 2009
This morning I woke up with just an hour to get ready and eat breakfast before work. I went into the bathroom, yawned, then turned on a facet which only rewarded me a vague hiss; the water was shut off. I huffed and went downstairs to grab a bottle of water.
Sometimes I really hate living in this apartment complex. This is one of those instances. They have a tendency to shut off the complex’s water for maintenance without giving the tenants any prior knowledge. I lost count on how many times this has happened.
I got ready as best I could, grabbed my stuff and headed over to my aunt’s house to take a shower. Suffice to say: I was half-an-hour late for work. I can’t wait to move out.
At least you have somewhere else to take a shower. If that were me I’d be showering in the rain.
And why does it take you more than an hour to get ready for work? It takes me like… ten minutes.
I’m thankful that I have another place to shower when needed.
Because I have a strict morning regimen much like Patrick Bateman’s. I’m also not a morning person and am pratically a zombie for the first hour of waking up. I can only dream of getting ready as fast you. =P