Oh, Gawd. This is giving me flashbacks just thinking about it. :P
Mr. Samoa's job involves doing work when the little weasels at Bugpit U are not using the computer system, to wit weird hours of the night. Saturday in the wee hours was one such time, meaning Mr. S had to get up at 3 AM. Even that wasn't the problem. The problem was that he kept snoring, I'd poke him, and then he'd jump straight up and try to shut off his alarm and grab his glasses. I would then have to drag him back into bed. This happened like 3 or 4 times. I have never been so glad to shove him out the door so I could sleep. :P
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