My Corporate Summer: Crawling out of bed at 7:30 a.m. is never dignified


I don’t care how chirpy radio announcers are in the morning, I am never happy to hear their voices reminding me it’s time to crawl out of bed. It’s 7:30 a.m. and time to get ready for another day at the office.

sleepingdogAs a student, I’m used to arranging my class schedule so I don’t have to get out of bed until well into the day. However, when classes ended, I was forced to conform to the rigid timetable of the Real World.

To ensure I will never again have to survive on half price No Name meat, I gave up my treasured morning sleep for an income-generating corporate summer job. Though many people will argue that getting up at 7:30 a.m. is no great feat, I merely re-emphasize my love for a full 12-hour snooze.

My morning self is neither attractive nor friendly. I realize the just rolled out of bed look was, at one point, a fashion statement, however, this trend was clearly not based on the half-electrified, half-flattened web that is my morning hairdo.

After taming my bed head to be more office appropriate, I face one of my greatest hurdles: morning people. Unfortunately, both my parents have been afflicted with this condition. Since I’m home for the summer, I have learned how to control my morning hostility. I’ve adopted the “if you have nothing nice to say, just say nothing” philosophy, so I just grunt in reply to their chipper morning greetings. It takes a full 60-minute turn around for me to finally shed my morning monster and emerge ready for my day in the cubicle.

Like many students, I am spending my summer months filing and surrounded by suits. The days are lengthy, but the amusing antics of my colleagues and the large volume of work keep my eyes off the clock. Though the work is often tedious, I have learned to set my tasks to music so I can toe-tap my way through to 5:00 p.m.

It has been two weeks, and I’ve embraced the rigid schedule and Post It note-filled cubicle as my home for the upcoming months. As I put my nose to the grindstone, I detect the faint yet pungent smell of the beginning to my corporate summer.

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Ishani Nath is a proud McMaster alum, aspiring writer and current journalism grad student at Ryerson University. When she's not hammering out articles, she can usually be found on a patio or nestled on a couch trying to keep up with those crazy Kardashians. She hopes to one day have a job that makes her excited to get up each morning, or at least one that gives her free food. Intrigued? Enthralled? Learn more by following her on @ishaninath.