It was the first time I’d been unemployed since I was fourteen years old. The day before I was scheduled to return to work from vacation. An hour after I’d wheeled my luggage through the front door, returning from a week in paradise, a letter had arrived via messenger. What the hell had I done? I wanted to crawl back into bed and go back to forgetting.īut instead, all the details from yesterday came flooding back like a tsunami. I ran my hand under cold water and shut my eyes. “Ouch! Shit!” Hot coffee spilled over the top of the mug and scalded my hand. I was mid-pour, steaming coffee filling my mug, when suddenly the reason for last night’s inebriation and my resulting hangover hit me. I’d probably need to ice my eyes, too, in order to look halfway presentable on air this morning. I groaned as I dragged my body out of the comfort of my bed and headed to the kitchen for some much-needed coffee and Motrin. Reaching over toward the annoying buzzing sound, I patted around my nightstand until I somehow managed to find my phone and silence the alarm.

wakeup time don’t make for good bedfellows.

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