Over 25 years ago when I started working for my current employer I was a young man who preferred sleeping in. I became friends with a guy about 15 years older than myself who grew up on a farm. His personal feeling is that if you get up past 4:30, “The day is half shot.”
His influence, along with various life circumstances, brought me to the point that my alarm is set for 4:00 a.m. every weekday and never later than 6:00 (usually 5:00) on weekends.
On the rare occasion I’m in bed when my kids get up, they all want to know “What’s wrong with Dad?!?!?”
I’m 52 and I can still remember the defining moment in the 1st grade like it was yesterday: We were all excited about signing up for baseball. At the end of the day, everyone had their sign-up form in-hand as we made our way to the exit. As I rounded the corner to go down the stairs it dawned on me: If I was in baseball, I wouldn’t be able to go home and do what I wanted. I’d have to say late in the place I hated most: School.
The sign-up form was tossed into the garbage can at the bottom of the stairs and my sports career was over.
Later, our gym teachers were often coaches from the football or basketball team. I still remember playing some game or other in middle school gym. I was starting to have a little fun when I did the wrong thing (because the rules had not been explained) and the coach started yelling. He wasn’t explaining, he wasn’t guiding, he was yelling. This moron – who failed to explain the rules to us – proceeded to ask “Haven’t you ever watched on TV?!?!?!”
No. No I hadn’t watched it on TV because I wasn’t interested. I may have become interested but his idiotic behavior squashed the spark of interest.
I looked at him very calmly with a raised eyebrow and said “Is it really necessary to speak to me that way?” He didn’t know what to say so he walked away.
This reminds me of watching wood carvers. If you ask them “How did you carve such a beautiful horse out of that log?”, they will answer “It’s easy really. You just carve away all the wood that doesn’t look like a horse.”
Higher than today’s price, but it has had multiple stock-splits since then.
The truth be told, the AT&T that remained after the break-up into the “Baby Bells” (in 1982) was ultimately bought out by one of those bells (I don’t recall which off the top of my head) and it took on the name AT&T. So the whole thing got a little complicated.
I once received a birthday card with a drawing similar to this one on the front. The caption read “When they bite on your butt and your eyelids swell shut, that’s a Moray.”
Over 25 years ago when I started working for my current employer I was a young man who preferred sleeping in. I became friends with a guy about 15 years older than myself who grew up on a farm. His personal feeling is that if you get up past 4:30, “The day is half shot.”
His influence, along with various life circumstances, brought me to the point that my alarm is set for 4:00 a.m. every weekday and never later than 6:00 (usually 5:00) on weekends.
On the rare occasion I’m in bed when my kids get up, they all want to know “What’s wrong with Dad?!?!?”
I am indeed a fan of sunrises.