My wife keeps telling me that going to the gym in the morning is better than going in the afternoon.

I’m still not convinced.

But, for the last week, I’ve gotten up at 5:30, come to work without showering, and jump onto the exercise bike for an hour. I do my hour, run to the shower, and get myself presentable. I cut it close, too close, but I make it to my desk by 8:30.

But damn it it’s stressful. Trying to get everything down to an exact science so I can take a shower and get presentable before coming into the office.

BUT FUCK I have a gym at my office. I think that, in all honesty, is like, top 3 perks that you could look for in a job. And this place has it. It’s seriously the best, and no matter what time I go, morning or night, there’s hardly anyone ever there. It’s fantastic.

And, on top of that, by 10:00 I’ve already ridden 19 miles on a stationary bike. By 5:30 I will already have walked my five miles for the day. It’s really an awesome feeling to have all that done. I can rest easy knowing that I can just go straight home, eat dinner, and enjoy my afternoon with my wife.

To add to the stress of this morning, I’ve got paid. OH WAIT NO I DIDN’T. They prided themselves on having direct deposits in the bank by the time you woke up on Wednesday morning. So I get up, I check my bank. Lo and behold, no deposit. ‘Hm,’ I thought. ‘That’s weird.’ I came into the office thinking that maybe by 8:00am it would be set, since, ya know, the banks don’t open until then. Still nothing.

I was starting to get worried. What if I put in the wrong direct deposit information? What if the world is ending? WHAT IF I’LL NEVER GET PAID EVER AGAIN.

When I got to my desk, I checked on the information I’d provided, and sure enough, guess who fucked it up…a freaking six instead of a three. One lousy number off, and now I might not get paid until next Tuesday because of my fat finger syndrome.

But that’s ok. I’m not worried about it. It sucks, sure, but I don’t need it that bad. I just wish…I wouldn’t have fucked it up in the first place.

You can’t get mad when something is your fault. If it was someone else’s fault, maybe, but when you make mistakes, you’ve got to learn from them and move on.

My bank has been more than helpful, calling me back every 30 minutes or so to give me an update, which is great. They’re at least trying, which I really appreciate.

And on top of it all, I’m just so damn tired. The gym in the morning is great, but it doesn’t give me energy. If anything, it takes it away. Especially getting up at 5:30 every morning. It’s really taking it out of me. Maybe I should get to sleep earlier? Maybe I should try taking a 20-minute power nap during the day? Maybe, JUST MAYBE I shouldn’t push myself so hard when I’m working out? Or maybe it’s a combination of all three.

Will I heed my own advice? Probably not. I’ll probably lay awake in bed tonight until 11:45 again, thinking about baked beans, the meaning of life, and whether or not I locked my car door.

UPDATE:

But the day’s gotten better! I finally did get paid. I had a great lunch. It’s almost 3:00pm now, so I’m that much closer to being at home with the love of my life.

I’m still tired.

Maybe I will get some sleep tonight after all?