Saved FROM the bell

There’s one thing I hate more in life than pretty much all of the things I hate (which are plentiful). It’s alarms. Alarm clocks. Sirens. Anything that makes unnecessary shrill sounds that elicits immediate action. I hate it.

Having to get up in the morning, knowing that you’ve set your alarm to an indecent time-that-you-don’t-really-wanna-get-up-at has me going to bed annoyed. Ruins the usual happiness that I experience when I get into bed. Ruins the snuggles with the blankets, and the cuddling with the pillows and the joy of drifting off to the tunes of a Relaxing Spanish Guitar Spotify playlist. I hate alarms.

So much so that I’ve evolved enough as a human to outsmart mine. When I set an alarm for the next morning…my body knows. And I magically ALWAYS wake up five minutes before it’s bound to go off. So that I can turn it off without ever hearing it. It’s a great deal. Always works. Doesn’t solve the hatred though.

BUT.

You see – ever since corona struck…the working-from-home thing became my life. And I, as a natural morning person, usually wake up around 7/8-ish unprompted. Which means that, in order to start my workday somewhere before 9 at the latest – I am no longer in need of alarms. I wake up when I wake up, and start working once I’ve done my morning routine. It’s friggin ideal!

This is one of the things that (I know I shouldn’t be saying this, but fuck it) I have loved about the whole Corona-crisis. COVID-19 has saved me from alarm clocks. Entirely.
Although – it kinda also made it worse for when I DO have to set an alarm. Or even worse, when the boyfriend does it while I sleep next to him so that I hear an alarm and DON’T have to get up but still wake up. Or eveneveneven worse – when he sets the alarm during your vacation so he can get up and go to a theme park at the break of day AND doesn’t turn it off before it goes off EVEN though we were already awake pre-alarm. Damn it. That’s just pure evil right there.

Amirite?