I hate mornings

So.  (You know it's serious when I start something out with so, then a period) I try to make ends meet by working as a hostess in a restaurant.  My ends never seem to meet.  I get paid a modest hourly wage of course and I hate work of most kinds so I take off sometimes....a lot.  The reason I am telling you about my day job is I have something to complain about.  I had a meeting this morning and I was told it was at 9:00 am which is waaaay before my get-up time.  So I set my alarm for 7:30 am and I am pretty sure my alarm clock chuckled.  Because Atlanta traffic is obscene, I am pretty sure that it is going to make my 10 minute drive closer to a 35 minute drive. So I drag myself out of bed at 7:40 after hitting snooze twice. (It's a five minute snooze.) I get out the door at 8:20 and plan on doing my make-up in the car while parked in the traffic.  I get on the road and realize, there is no traffic at all.  I am at first very confused, then my confusion turns to anger when the 10 minute drive took me 10 minutes.  Well that is fine. I am 30 minutes early to my meeting. I will sit in my car and do my make-up.  So I do.  Then it is finally time to go in and there are a couple other people waiting around in the restaurant we are having our "training" in.  9:00 comes and goes. Then 9:10, then 9:20. FINALLY at 9:25 the manager guy comes in and says "the meeting is at 9:30".  I am not happy. I could have slept another whole hour! Then we have the meeting and I eat an unsatisfying doughnut, then go straight to work.  I hate meetings in the morning, and I hate being an hour early to them even more.  I hope my alarm clock never sees 7:30 am again.