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?