I sprung out of bed when my alarm went off at 5:30 a.m. and immediately went to make tea. Falling asleep on the job is for slackers, right?
The dose of caffeine was, it turns out, just the kick in the pants I needed. For the next few hours, I toggled between watching “Fox and Friends,” preparing a to-do list for the workday ahead, and reading The New York Times.
Call me a stereotypical millennial, but I found it difficult to resist multitasking while the news was on. Maybe if Ainsley Earhardt had been talking about me instead of Trump, I would have paid closer attention.
The workday went surprisingly smoothly. I cranked out a few articles, transcribed an interview, and had a phone call with a source.
At 6 p.m. I really did need to leave — not only was I on Trump time, but I had to make a 6:30 p.m. appointment in midtown. Panic struck. I frantically messaged my editor asking if it was OK for me to head out — to which she replied “of course.”
By the time I got home, I was exhausted, so I watched about 30 minutes of Fox and went to sleep, feeling guilty about that, too.