This is not my normal week. After having woken up uncharacteristically early on Monday to take pictures of my rooftop, yesterday was even worse. Although there was a (somewhat) good reason for that: a couple of fellow business school alumni and I are setting up events to meet with other entrepreneurs and/or curious people and discuss new projects, getting rich, changing the world… — you can only pick 1... So a couple of guys — including a girl — and I met up with the team managing entrepreneurship initiatives at the alumni association. That meeting started at 8:30. In the morning.
In order to be there on time — and, ideally, a few minutes early — this meant I had to actually wake up at 7 (still in the morning). Which I last did to catch a plane (to go on vacation). I warned my fiancée the night before:
- Honey, I might be loud tomorrow morning…
- As long as you’re not loud during the night…
- Nothing. Sleep on your side, though.
I set up my alarm and we went to sleep at the best hour we could muster: midnight. Which is a bit of a feat: I don’t (usually) mind going to bed later and my fiancée hardly needs sleep anyway (or she takes naps in the office, I still can’t tell).
A few hours later, when the alarm did ring, I slowly emerged with my body obviously expressing shock after such a brutal change of pace. My fiancée woke up as well: she’s sensitive to sound (obviously) and I’m not (I never hear her snore), so the alarm was bound to wake her up.
- Go back to sleep, honey, it’s early! [Always wanted to say that, never had the chance before]
- That’s OK. I’m up anyway, now.
- But… You could have slept 45 more minutes!
- Not really… I would have dosed off for a bit, then woken up in a haze when my alarm rang. Not worth it. Instead, I can do stuff in the apartment.
- Right… Well, if you take it that well, I’m gonna leave you to it and head to the shower, then…
Off I went, getting ready right quickly enough to leave the flat right on time and arrive at the meeting spot a little early: my type of morning. As I walked into the alumni’s office around 8:25, I texted my friend who was attending too:
- Hey man, I’m in!
- OK… Still in the subway, a couple of stops away…
- Cool, I’ll wait!
- Did I mention that the meeting is actually at 8:45?
- You did not.
I could have slept an entire 15 more minutes!