Divergent Thinking at Work!

Gary’s doing some specialized support at work and gets calls at 2:30, 4:30 am. I’m the one who picks up those phone calls. The caller hears:

“muhblllo.”

(Silence)

“Muhbloooo”

Silence, then, “I need to speak with Gary.”

“Garrr… garr… wkup.”

“Whaa! Wha! Whathufuh!”

“kup!” (Throw phone at Gary.)

It is interrupting my sleep, that is what I’m saying to you, plus when I get back to sleep Mac alerts us if there is an atmospheric disturbance in our state. Last night he paced on our heads until 5:00 am.

I was awake at work, but at home I hurled myself in the guest bed hard. I slept hard. So hard that when I woke up three hours later I did not know what day it was (thought it was Sunday) or where I was. (What is this wallpaper?)

This would be an ideal time to implement my new divergent thinking brainstorm. I could change shifts.

Right now, I could stay up until 6 am, go in to work, come home at 4 and go to sleep tomorrow as I did today. That way I’d sleep through all those tedious hours waiting for Gary to come home, waiting through the hour-long Gary rant-down when he comes home, and the daily phone call for my brother. (I slept through that today. Do you call your siblings every day? Isn’t that excessive?)

I could wake up at midnight, Gary’d be relaxed, and we could have dinner. He’d go to bed and I’d stay up all night, catch up on what the TiVo has recorded, and let the dog out every few hours, as I do at night now anyway. I could buy groceries at the Walmart. No one on the roads. No one in my bathroom.

I don’t have kids. I could totally do this.