Following up on Monday’s post about being an early bird… well, the truth is sinking in - I’m really not a morning person (but I like the new hours).
I’ve always known that I wasn’t a “morning person”. But most of the time, I do pretty well. I don’t go off on people or anything like that, I just feel mildly irritable on the inside.
But with this new schedule, I am in the most extreme mood when I first get up. It lasts for about 2 hours. Then, finally, it tapers off and I’m pretty happy actually. I’m really happy when I get off work at 3PM and the sun is still shining.
I wonder what determines whether or not someone’s a “morning person”? Is there something chemical inside that makes me want to be that way? And why do I feel better after I’ve been awake for a couple of hours?
Actually the effect at night is the same, regardless of my schedule. When I first get home from work, I don’t like to be bothered. It lasts for a full hour. My patience is paper thin. I retreat to my home office and enjoy the alone time.
I’m not in a “bad mood” when I get off work. But it seems like I get irritated very quickly. There just seems to be a certain amount of time that I need to myself in order to relax. After I’ve had that time, I’m fine.
Hmmm, I’ll never understand it. But that’s me. 
Okay, I’ll admit it - I don’t like the Harry Potter film series. I know it’s wildly popular, and I really did give it a chance. It just wasn’t for me.
But I have to say the recent controversy over Daniel Radcliffe has earned my attention. The 17-year-old star of the Harry Potter films is performing in the stage play of Equus. Specifically, he’s appearing nude in a simulated sex scene while riding a horse. Eeegads!
Since he’s 17, it’s a bit weird to talk about it. But hey, I’m not directing the play, I’m just reporting. And parents are pissed off because he’s “failed as a role model.” Oh, whatever. He’s an actor. You can’t expect him to be a child forever.
Anyway, Harry Potter might have a new fan.
Thanks to Nephew Dan, I created a word cloud, which pulled the most commonly used words on my blog. The cloud’s image quality sucks, but you get the gist of it:

My morning routine is now changed, and I think I kind of like it.
Rodney and I each commute about 45 mins. - 1 hour from our jobs, and it’s been that way for awhile now. Actually, it doesn’t bother me at all. But the problem is that they are on completely different sides of the map. As a result, we do a lot of driving separately, and our worlds never meet up except when we’re at home.
That’s changed now that Rodney got a job at a hotel just 5 minutes from where I work. Carpooling to work was a given. But the difference is that Rodney works 7AM - 3PM while I usually work 9AM - 5PM. We really wanted to go to work together, so I’ve adjusted my schedule to start work at 7.
Today was the first day. We got up at 5AM (normal for Rodney), got cleaned up, dressed, ate breakfast, took Petey out, made lunch and left the house. It was still dark out, the temperature was a miserable 13 degrees, and it was 6AM.
At first, I was just exhausted. I’m never up this early unless it’s from the night before. If I had to live by my internal clock, I would stay up very late and sleep through the morning. That’s just how I’m programmed.
But I have to admit there was something kind of fun about being up so early. I felt like a special member of some private club. There were very few cars on the road in the morning, and coming home was pretty easy too.
It almost felt like I’d played a big trick. Here we were, cruising along without anyone in our way. Wow.
I kind of like this new schedule. This early bird must have caught the worm.
Every worker in every industry has some kind of small annoyance. It’s part of life, I suppose.
One of my small annoyances as a designer is people who e-mail me and say “Do you know when a rough draft will be ready?”
Um… no, I don’t. If I had the psychic ability to look into the future and tell you when things will be done, don’t you think I would quit this job and go save the world with these powers?
Okay, I’m being sarcastic. It’s a logical question and I’m sure I do the same thing to people.
What irks me is the subliminal poking behind it. I can be assigned a project and 5 minutes later, someone will ask “So when will this be done?”
Christ! I’ve just sat down to absorb what you want. You already want it to be done? I don’t know when it will be done, because it isn’t done!
It’s a little thing, I know. But it’s a continuous question when you’re a designer. Someone always asks it, and it strikes me as funny because I can’t really tell you when it will be done. The best I can do is provide an estimate to give you comfort.
I have many questions about life. Random thoughts pop into my head, and then I have to analyze them.
So let’s talk about watersports… or more specifically, how people audition to to be in watersports porn.
When I go to a job interview, I get nervous and have to pee a lot. Being nervous is natural, of course. So what happens when an actor goes to try out for a watersports film? I’m sure he’s a little nervous, at least the first time. Not only do they have to be naked in front of strangers, but they also have to pee for them? Wow, talk about pressure.
So does it work in the reverse? If a person says “Excuse me, I need to go to the restroom before we start.” does the director stop them and say “Wait, why don’t you just pee in front of me?”
Don’t get me wrong, I’m not making fun of porn stars who do watersports movies. I can just see some pissed ticked off actor responding to this. I’m just saying the auditions must be pretty interesting.
No Name-Calling Week is from January 22-26. It’s a national event that urges all schools to participate in educating children how traumatic the effects of bullying can be. This includes taunting each other about weight, height, intelligence, and sexual orientation/gender expression.
Growing up was hard for me because I was always bullied for being different. The after effects can last a lifetime. Actually, just last night I had a nightmare that I was back in school and being picked on for being gay. These guys knocked everything out of my bag and I had to be put in gym class with the girls because so much bullying was happening with the boys. Incidentally, that’s a true story. When I was in high school, I was beat up so much that they had to move me to class with the girls to stop the fighting. It’s kind of degrading if you think about it.
So if you’re a parent, or working in the school system, or just around kids in general, I urge you to ask schools to participate.
Thanks.
No Name-Calling Website