When I have to drive into the San Fernando Valley at rush hour.
I've got a 9:30 am call (which is late - probably because of the Golden Globes last night), but since my commute will take me along the ridiculously traffic-clogged 101 freeway, I have to leave at 8:15 (breakfast is a half-hour before call, and I always try to get there then. That way if I have a delay I've got some extra time. No delay, and I get to take my time and eat).
Actually, I'm surprised (but very, very happy) to be working at all in January - and since it's currently pretty cold in Los Angeles (last night, parts of the city were in the low 30's), I'm doubly happy that I'll be working on a stage today.
This particular best boy usually only calls me when he needs a condor operator (being 80 feet up in the air when the temperature is below 40 sucks, and I was nervously eyeing my cold-weather gear, wondering if it would hold up), so guess I'd say I have triple happiness about the stage. It's always good knowing that I'm not going to freeze solid and will have access to the bathrooms and the crafty table.
Whenever I'm this happy before 8 am, the day's either totally great or goes horribly wrong.
I'm betting on great, since I really like the guys on this crew.