I had a job, once.  I had a job once where I had to be there at 7:30 a.m.  I'd get up at 6 every morning after painting until midnight, one or two every night.  It was horrible and as time went on it got harder to do.

  

I was sick all the time - viral sore throats, hard-core fevers - one after the other.  Still, I almost always went to work.

I finally realized I just had a different internal clock, and switched to night jobs.  Everything changed.  I felt better and I never get sick anymore.  But there were trade-offs - the types of jobs I took, the wages of those jobs, my whole career track.

Because I'm the only employee at my "job," every once in a while I still have to get up to deal with repairmen ... at 6 a.m.!  The sun is way too bright in the morning.  It's really horrible. 

For years I went to bed around four or five and slept until after noon, but I've managed to get it down to a respectable 2 a.m., usually.  Up by 10, not bad.

The world...sigh, the world.  I get woken up a lot for stupid, unnecessary reasons by people who know I'm sleeping but don't care.  They think I'm just being lazy, or that I'm a slacker.  They don't seem to comprehend that waking me at 7 or 8 is like me waking them at 3 or 4 a.m...which I would never do, of course.  

There is such sad, little tolerance, comprehension, care, love for any small deviation from the norm.

We are all doing this to each other all the time over everything, and for it we all lose.  All I know is this week I'm really tired.