A-Typical male's journal.

That's the whole point of an alarm anyway, to motivate you to get out of bed and cut it off. I don't use music because I used to sleep to music. That is, before Azura came into my life. Don't worry it was a small sacrifice.

But one of the reasons I liked listening to music was that it was usually music when you drifted off, and then morning show when you woke up. The people on the morning show were usually doing something inane or stupid, or ranting. Getting your mind involved. That's what I really miss.

This morning though, my mind did engage. I had slipped back between the covers, trying to grab a few more minutes of sleep, asking myself the question I often ask that early in the morning. "What would happen if I called in sick?"

At most of my jobs, I could say 'nothing'. I could work late, and make up the work on another day. At the end of my last job, they may not have even realized I wasn't there. But my answer this morning was, "I can't, I have too much that needs to be done today."

Then I realized something. I had asked myself this same question for almost two weeks now, and had come up with the same answer every time. I think I know, now, why I like this job so much. I'm needed. I've been needed before, in the sense that I was the only person who understood the code, or had the technical keys to what was going on, but if someone else had that knowledge (or could figure it out), then I wasn't needed, long term.

But I needed to be here at work, today. Sure, what I'm doing isn't that hard or confusing. Or rather wouldn't be any less hard or confusing if it wasn't me doing it, but I needed to do it. Today. Yesterday, Tomorrow.

I like that. I hope you know how much.

Generic Joe's A Typical Male