Late for Work
My spirit broke a little upon waking up to sunlight peeking underneath the blinds, knowing it meant I had overslept both my alarms and would be late for work. I reluctantly reached for my phone to check the damage. It read: 7:40. A pit formed in my stomach. I sighed and started to do the mental math. I could shower and get out the door by a bit after 8:00. If I skipped the train and drove straight downtown, that would only take a bit over an hour. But I never left this late, surely it would be rush hour, right? How much time would the traffic add? Could I be at my desk before 10:00? That would not be a good look. What if I skipped the shower, could I just freshen up a bit and go to work like this? Eh, I think I would rather be clean and late.
Besides, what day was it, anyway? Surely yesterday was Tuesday, so today is Wednesday, meaning I had to be in the office. I clicked the side button on my phone and the screen lit up again: Saturday, May 10. Oh. Back to bed. Heaven forbid I wake up peacefully, even on a day off.