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The alarm clock goes off at 2 am and every nine minutes thereafter depending on how many times I need to hit the snooze button. Along with that I have the alarm on my cell phone set to ignite at 2:10, 2:20, and 2:30. If either of these fails to reanimate my lifeless body, I can usually count on my daughter waking up in the dark hours of the morning. She will continue to tell Daddy that he is late and he needs to get out of bed. However, I know it is just a ploy to just to remove me so she can sleep in my bed; especially, when she tries to wake me prior to the dinging of the first bell.
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The alarm clock goes off at 2 am and every nine minutes thereafter depending on how many times I need to hit the snooze button. Along with that I have the alarm on my cell phone set to ignite at 2:10, 2:20, and 2:30. If either of these fails to reanimate my lifeless body, I can usually count on my daughter waking up in the dark hours of the morning. She will continue to tell Daddy that he is late and he needs to get out of bed. However, I know it is just a ploy to just to remove me so she can sleep in my bed; especially, when she tries to wake me prior to the dinging of the first bell.
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From there, I stagger down the stairs, get dressed, splash water on my face, and head out the door to the Newspaper Distribution Center. Yes it sucks; I have to drive to the next town over to pick up these newspapers that contain more ads than actual news. Back in the day, they would have been dropped off at the end of my driveway. I make my way through the DC amongst all of the other carriers that choose to spend their time there bagging or banding their papers. I have found that if I bag them while I drive, I save an hour plus. I load up the bundles of papers into my car and race off.
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30 minutes to an hour have past between the time I wake up and the time I actually start delivering. It takes me between 2 and 3 hours to deliver, depending on the size of the papers and how fast I decide to drive. Delivering 3 routes translates to delivering about 480 papers Monday through Saturday. When all goes well, I am back in bed by 6:00 am, just enough time to get a couple more hours of sleep before I have to face my hour long commute to my day job in the big city. And- if it does not go well, I don’t sleep.
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Sundays I have to bag the newspapers at the DC (because they are usually huge) and the count goes to about 700. I sleep on the couch Saturdays nights so I can let my hired hand (brother-in-law) into my house when he decides to show up at 1:00 am. He makes himself at home, frequents the refrigerator, and gets his fill of Cartoon Network until 3:00 am. I should be sleeping during this time, but am unable. After which he comes with to bring and extra car and assist in wrapping. I get home Sunday Mornings around 8:00 am. Just in time to sprint out the door to Church.
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And that is the daily ritual…
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