Late

I hate being late. All of my life my mom was late, heck she will probrably be late to her own funeral. So as an adult I try to be ontime. Every single clock in my house is set at least 5 minutes fast.

Yesterday not even 4 hours fast could have helped me. Friday night I worked a double shift which went from 5:30am till 10:00pm. I was supposed to work another double shift on Saturday. Like I good girl I was in bed shortly after I arrived home. My food for the next day had been prepared on Thursday, my clothes laid out. All I had to do the next morning was get out of bed, into the shower and leave for work. Pretty simple right?

Well, stupid me forgot to turn on the alarm. I set the damn thing for 4:15am, I just didnt turn it on. You can see where this is going right? I ended up waiting up at 8:45am, 4 1/2 hours after I was supposed to be up.

It freaking sucked. Fortunately my boss is really nice. My late was considered an occurance but I wasnt put infront of the firing squad. Thank God. All though I was the focus of many jokes the rest of the day. Just a little humilation is better than a good ass reaming.