A first time for everything

Brian Golden

I’m pretty sure we’ve all heard this particular saying before and I for one know it to be absolutely true – there’s a first time for everything. Today, that “first time for me moment” was oversleeping and having to race through my morning routine if I wanted to get into the office on time (which I did, barely).

Typically, I have no problem whatsoever getting myself up at the crack of dawn, if not earlier. My mother will tell you it’s always been that way, as I was one of those kids who was “up-and-at-em” – even on Saturday and Sunday – at around 6 a.m. In fact, my mom was lucky enough to never have to drag me out of bed to get ready for school.

To be completely honest, I always relished those extra early morning hours. If nothing else, it was a chance for me to stay caught up with my morning cartoons and – in later years – an opportunity to listen to some tunes or practice my guitar before school. And once the guitar had truly become an addiction, I started getting up even earlier. That way I could get to school at least a half-an-hour early, which made perfect sense at the time, as that would be my last chance to strum away on my beloved Fender Stratocaster before classes began.

What can I say? From day one I was obsessed with the guitar which, when I really think about it, hasn’t changed all that much over the years.

Regardless, you can imagine my surprise when I awoke this morning to find I had incorrectly set my alarm Sunday night. Oh, it was set for 5:45 all right, just like it was supposed to be, I’d simply set it for 5:45 p.m.

And when I checked the actual time (it was 6:35 in the morning), I’ll admit I panicked.

At first I couldn’t believe my eyes, and I spent a full minute or so staring in disbelief at the screen of my cell phone wondering how in the world this could happen. I never oversleep, I kept telling myself. Until, that is, it hit me as to just how long I’d overslept. Then I really panicked.

Scrambling out of bed, I began to hurriedly prepare for work. In my still-sleep-befuddled mind I even found myself comparing the experience to one of those credit card commercials. You know, the ones that go something like: Shave, five minutes. Shower, five minutes. Clothes already ironed for work, priceless.

I even jogged to the office today, but not because I’m on any kind of new health kick.

In the end, though, I made it in on time (with a couple of minutes to spare, even). It’s certainly not the way I ever want to start off a day in the office (especially a Monday) in the future, however. And now that the afternoon is winding down, I have to laugh at myself. I can’t even imagine what a wild-eyed spectacle of frenzied preparation I must have looked like this morning.

As I said, there’s a first time for everything.