I didn’t wake up Tuesday morning in the best mood. I think that’s because I had to wake up early. Now, when I say early, I don’t mean before 6 a.m. My alarm sounded at 7:55 a.m., and that was early enough for me.
I know that most people don’t see that as getting up early, but for me, it was a struggle just to get out of bed. The reason why I had to get up at the same time as a farmer was that I needed to be at Bret Harte High School to take pictures at volleyball camp. The camp ran from 8-10 a.m. Trust me, when I realized that I’d have to wake up before the rooster crows, I let new Bret Harte head coach Jacey Porovich know that I wasn’t thrilled with the time of her camp.
She didn’t care.
If it isn’t obvious by now, I’m not a morning person. For the majority of my work life, I’m doing something deep into the night. Whether it’s covering a game, writing a story, editing photos, uploading to the internet or laying out my section, there’s always something to do. During the fall and winter, I don’t often return to my Oakdale home until 1 or 2 in the morning. Even in the spring, it’s not uncommon for me to pull into my driveway just minutes before midnight. So, I’ve grown accustomed to staying up late and sleeping in.
But I’m not the only person in my house who doesn’t do well in the a.m. The lovely Mrs. Dossi is nowhere near being a morning person. She is a registered nurse who works nights. I remember when we first started dating and I told her that I also work nights. She laughed at my definition of being a nighttime worker, as when I would typically get home, that’s when she’s having her lunch. She works 12-hour shifts and comes home around 7:45 a.m. and will sleep until 3 p.m. or so.
Needless to say, we don’t often hit the hay early in the night. However, that works for us. I think it would be hard to have two completely different schedules. It’s nice to know that when I get home around midnight, she’s wide awake.
But it wasn’t always easy being on this vampire schedule. When we first began dating in the winter of 2016, we could really only see one another late at night. At the time, I worked two jobs. I was a drug runner for Bob’s Greenley Pharmacy from 11 a.m. until 2 p.m., and then I had my sports writing job from 2:30-11:30 p.m. At the time, she was living in Ripon and I was in Sonora. So, three or four times a week, I’d get off work, drive to Ripon and meet her at Denny’s, which was open 24 hours.
We’d get food and sit in the Denny’s booth and talk for hours. Many times, I’d make the hour drive back home at 3 or 4 in the morning. I’d have my truck windows down and the music cranked so I wouldn’t fall asleep. I’d get home around 5, try to get some sleep and get up a few hours later for work, and I’d repeat the process. This went on for quite some time. While I was tired, I figured it was worth it. And I was right.
While our crazy schedules work for us, the rest of the world doesn’t stop moving just because we are sleeping. So, there are days when we are forced to wake up early and be contributing members of society before noon. Those are rough days and I’m glad they don’t come around too often.