Unemployment Redux


It’s Monday morning. In the days when my job had not been misplaced, that would have meant many things. Now it means that if I went to Whole Foods at lunchtime I would have to wait a long time for my sandwich. But the most striking difference between employment and waiting to see if they find my job, oddly perhaps given the high level import of earning a living, is that I no longer wake up to my cellphone alarm. Alarmlessness has changed my experience of waking up. Alarms introduce adrenalin before consciousness even has a chance to prepare. They don’t call it an alarm for nothing. You shoot into awareness, “Iyeeee!”, there’s a noise. Noise first, thought after.

From a user experience site…get the irony?

Now when I wake up, I feel my consciousness before anything. It tickles. Yes, tickles is as close as I can get. If waking up were a noise it would be a little bit like a baby making exploratory vowel sounds, “Aaah, aaah, oooob, oobb.” It’s a little bit like my awake self says “Hi there” to my asleep self. Like they are both there at the same time for a brief minute.

Now when I wake up I look out the window and guess what time it is. Although it no longer matters. I do it just because when nothing has happened yet in my day I like the meaning of the light coming through the Chinese elm into my window.

From someone’s backyard on Flickr

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2 Comments

  • 03/23/09
    3:06 pm

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    Pam said...

    Beautiful! I love the concept of your consciousness tickling you when you wake. That’s an exquisite description of the moment when your sleeping self hands the baton to your waking self. I will see if I can replicate your observation.

    When I set an alarm and fail to wake before it sounds, I wake up feeling bullied. Snatched back into life before I’m ready to face it. Most unpleasant.

  • 03/24/09
    9:18 am

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    LPC said...

    Bullied. Exactly.

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