The Buzzer Beater

As I have grown older, I have gotten to work later and later. I often have very sincere excuses, i.e., I fell over my cat and couldn’t get up. I had the bruises and scuff marks to show for that one, so did my cat, Sheba. When I fall, I really fall hard and have to talk myself into getting back up.
In my earlier working years, I would arrive to work about thirty minutes early with everything intact. I would be prepared for the day. Now, working for a dentist in the front office, my patients often arrive to the office before I do. It’s not like I don’t get up earlier enough, I do. I get up two hours before I need to be at work. I do the regular routine things like take a shower, wash my hair, put on make-up and drink my diet drink. I don’t know where the time goes. It’s only me that I have to get ready. My husband is very self sufficient. I usually think that I can throw a load of clothes into the washer, then the dryer. I often want to load the dishwasher and start it. I do listen to a bit of Good Morning America.
Well, back to more of my sincere excuses. I was getting something out of the garage to take to work for a gag gift and I tripped over the weed eater on my return. I fell really hard on the concrete and had to once again moan and groan to get up. I called my silly self all kinds of names to motivate my recovery. Finally, after getting vertical again and I am once again scuffed and bruised.
Once, when I had a very bad cold and not much bladder control, I coughed and that was all she wrote. I had to go back to the bedroom and find another set of scrubs. Imagine telling that one to your boss. Traffic can sometimes, waylay my momentum especially when there’s construction which is quite often or an accident, not bladder, automobile. I know, I know, I should allow enough time for these incidentals.
The last thing that takes a wee bit longer is setting the security alarm. Our house was burglarized last summer and I am the last one to leave, so I set the alarm and run out into the garage often forgetting my coat or lunch. Then, I have to reset the alarm and start all over. On windy days, I have to place a large chair by the door into the garage or else the security alarm will be triggered by a big gust of wind. This happened to us one early morning around 1:30.
So, I have an idea to be prepared like a fireman. I’ll have my socks sitting in my untied shoes, with the appropriate scrub set hanging above it. I’ll shower quickly, listen to GMA a little less and scoot out the door sooner. Hopefully, I won’t trip over my cat or just put that one more glass in the dishwasher and/or take the clothes out of the dryer. At least, I don’t put my make-up on at the stoplights. I don’t have that many lights on my journey anyway. I do slap some lipstick on at the last stoplight and slide into home right under the buzzer. I guess it’s who I have become and who I am. Maybe tomorrow, I’ll set my alarm fifteen minutes earlier. That way, maybe I can scrub out the sink before leaving.