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Life before noon does not exist
Ring.
Ring. Eh? I thought.
Ring. Is it already time to get up? Wait a second … that doesn't sound like
the alarm clock.
Ring. Crap! The phone! I hoped I wasn't too late—it'll be really annoying if
the answering machine picks up. “Hello?”
“Hi. You've reached area code three zero five …” Great. Answering machine got
it. Now I have to make the 30 second commute to the Computer Room and stop
it. And what bloody time is it anyway? It had better be the A/C guys—I called
yesturday and left a message with them. I stumbled around, turned off the
machine. “Hello?”
“Hey guy! It's 9:30! We need you here!”
It was C. S., a salesdroid from Atlantic Internet. I've been helping him with
some projects lately and he needed help. Good thing he was 15 miles away or
he would have needed some help. “When can you come in?”
“After two,” I said. I think. I don't fully remember the conversation. Life
doesn't begin before noon.
“Two?”
“grumble”
“Okay, see you then.” He sounded entirely too chippy. What is it with people
being up at these ungodly hours?
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