Have you ever set your alarm clock to go off before you had to wake up? Its something I do five days a week, for each dreadful day I go to work. I hate my job so much, that I have three alarms set on my phone, that way I can wake up twice with the luxury of not having to begin my miserable workday.

9:30am is that “Oh Shit” moment. That’s when the Hellstorm begins, so I like to space out my alarms one hour apart from one another. 7:30 is Thank you Jesus, while 8:30 is Holy Shit, Let’s enjoy the time we have left before we have to wake up, because its fucking coming and  will be here soon. Its sad when it gets to this point, but it is what it is for the time being.

With that being said, things have gotten worse. Tonight I’ve lost my ability to wake up twice before hell begins, because my phone was damaged at work today while washing dishes. I don’t have any type of alarm clock at the moment, but luckily I have my MoM. As you may have guessed I live with my her, and she is always up before I begin my day, so I asked if she could wake me at 9:30 and she agreed to it.

My Mother has always been there for me and its nice of her to help out with these types of predicaments.

I’m starting to get drowsy and its already 3:30 in the morning according to my TV. I like to have it on in the background when I write. It can be time consuming, but one day it will get me out of this rutjob.

I remember turning off my TV and shutting off the lights which made everything dark. The only thing I could hear was the fan blowing from my window. I laid down and shut my eyes and The next thing I saw was the light. OH GOD, NO. I thought. Please, don’t let this be it, I continued thinking. It looked bright as fuck, and I couldn’t bare the thought of having to get up for work. The sun was shining from the window and I knew I had to check the time. Perhaps its not as early as I think. I got out of bed and walked up to the side of my TV and took a second to pray before I clicked on the power button.

Please God, give me some more time, I thought. I pushed the button and it said 9:28


I walked out of my room and saw my mother in the kitchen. Good Morning Son, I was just getting ready to wake you up, she said. She had on a smile. Good Morning, I responded, smiling back