The Human Biological Clock

Exhibit A. The Human Circadian Biological Clock

Courtesy of Wikipedia

The other day, while sitting on the toilet, I felt a drop of water fall on my right knee. I thought I was imagining things so I ignored it.

Two seconds later, another drop.

And then another.

Lazily, I looked up and realized that the drops were coming straight out of the bulb socket.

I had the light on.

First grade science teaches us this simple equation: electricity + water = bad news. Instead of panicking I sat back and thought Wish the bathroom would blow up so I don’t have to go to work.

That’s not a good sign. I’ve complained about going to work before. Who doesn’t? But praying for injury due to explosive infrastructural damage tells me I need to get a new life.

You’re wondering what this has to do with Exhibit A. It illustrates what my job has deprived me of for the past four years. I have forgotten how it feels like to have a day start with morning and end with night. On my way to work, I see people going home and I wish I had their lives. I get to the office, I run into some unmentionables and think of all the creative ways I can end theirs.

Then I put on a wry smile all to conceal the fact that I’m two stupid questions away from setting the place on fire.

Everyday I ask myself: how much are you willing to put up with for that paycheck?

When you can’t wait for your bladder to fill up just to get a two-minute escape from your desk, I’m guessing you already know the answer to that question.