Omigosh. With the train strike and freeways jammed, I'm back to taking the company bus. Have to walk to the bus stop and be there well before 6:50 am, because otherwise I could get bumped the line is long long long. That's 4 hours of sleep for me, 5 tops. Brutal. I don't do schedule changes well, nor so little sleep. Woozy me lost her nano on the first day.
This is what I've been doing: If I take a shower, it's a 5-min wake-me-up (but I prefer the night before). Work bag is pre-packed. There's a checklist of essentials taped to the front door: wallet, badge, cell, insulin kit. I filled a milk bottle of pre-made coffee for the whole week - so no coffee making. Breakfast is toaster oven stuff, and lunch is "German snackies" (cold cuts, cheese, pretzel - zero prep, stuck in a container) and a pudding. And I trained the dog that it's chop-chop in the morning.
I get up, get dressed, take my shot, pack up lunch, get out the dog snacks, put breakfast in the toaster oven, and fill a sippy cup with my coffee. When I'm packed up, I put the collar on the dog, take her out, come back, grab my stuff, give the dog her wages, and am gone.
I choose my clothes in the morning, but my wardrobe is divided up. I stand in front of the work clothes section and pull from there. Make up, if any, is down to the all-in-one stick.
30 minutes is my time allotment. I feel crazed just thinking about it.