An Open Letter to My Friend in the Reserves

I wake up in the morning,
Rush my way to the door,
Good energies soaring,
As I anticipate that score,
A job so rewarding,
I couldn't ask for more,
I stop off at the shul, to give my morning pray,
But first I get my redbull, or I might loose my way,
I look down at my phone,
Twenty notifications screaming my name,
Focusing on the uber app is like a complicated trivia game,
As I finally get to work,
Pop the lock & raise the gates,
A Russian man is waiting,
For his morning vodka fix,
That's my morning,
Technology first, or breakfast first,
That is the question,
Of my subconscious mind.