It's 8:00PM and bedtime?

Short version of a long story, first thing my boss says to me: "That's Lucy. Don't take her pallet jack or she will cut you."

I have a new job with my old company in a new building in a new city. Work starts at 5AM. Minus eight hours sleep and an hour primp time (i.e. mashing the snooze bar and brushing my teeth while I put pants on) and I'm going to bed at 8PM the better part of the week. Let me put it to you this way: there is a Starbucks on my block that is still closed when I clock in. This means that I start work before people who make drinks for people who have to be up early have to be up. My body feels like a shaken snow globe.