Goddamn work days are long when they start two and a half hours earlier than usual, and also when they start at the moment you wake up. I can't say I'm a fan of this.
My husband woke up at 6am to drive a truck to a 9am setup in DC this morning (truck needs to leave the shop by 7 at the latest), but at 6:30 he woke me up to say that he has a 24-hour stomach bug (that our bosses' daughter was kind enough to bring home from kindergarten and share with the warehouse). Bam, Logistics Rosie is on it. Call the boss, call the three other guys on the setup who can drive trucks, don't get a response until 7:15. 7:30 I pick up the driver, drive him to the shop, get him on the road by 8:20. Come back to town, stop at the grocery store for invalid food (ginger ale, chicken noodle soup, and crackers. in my pajamas and flip flops, in fucking December), go home and get dressed, go back to the shop. All that and I'm still fucking half an hour late, what the fuck. But now it is time to leaveeeeeeeeeeeeee. YAY.