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I've never been one to wake up early. When I was still in school, my parents and my brother made it a team effort to wake me up every day to make sure I wasn't late. My brother would start, gently knocking on my door and informing me our mother said it was time for me to get up. After about ten minutes, my father would come. He would also knock on the door, a little louder than my brother, and, in a still gentle but firmer voice, tell me it was time to get out of bed. I'd fall back to sleep for another five or ten minutes. Next, Mom would stomp down the hall to my room and bang on the door screaming for me to get up. I've hated mornings for as long as I can remember. This is why my occupation is perfect. No early mornings are required. I can wake up at the c***k of noon and still have s
