I had a panic attack the other night. I was packing for yet another East Coast trip and I couldn’t find my travel alarm clock. I was genuinely panicked – how am I going to get up, at 4 AM PT, for that 8 AM ET morning meeting, knowing I am notoriously hard to wake at my usual time. Even my hubby was all “No sweat, just get the hotel wake-up service to call.”
That just doesn’t cut it for me any more. I can’t hear the phone, even set on the loudest setting, without my hearing aids. I discovered this the hard way – when I really DID sleep through the start of two meetings in two days in a row. Not a good performance on my part.
What has allowed me to travel independently now? My trusty shaking alarm clock. Greatest thing since sliced bread, as they say. This keeps me on schedule and cuts through that morning fog to get even ME out of bed. Needless to say, I ordered a new one that night. (What did I do on that trip, you ask? I was lucky my sister was sharing the room next to me and we were able to get adjoining rooms, so she came in to wake me. Problem solved… for that trip.)
Of course, I found the old alarm clock the day after the new one was on my doorstep. Figures, huh!
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