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Taking toll
Let’s start this post out with a fact. I’m rarely late. I’m one of those people who leaves way early to get to things and ends up reading a book for 30 minutes waiting for everyone else to show up. If I have a flight @ 8pm, I’m happiest when I get to the airport by 5 or 5:30 so I’ll have all sorts of time to meander through security and get situated at my gate with time to spare.
That said, I’ve had two mornings in a row of ridiculous lateness. I think job stress and all of the new stuff learning has taken its toll.
Yesterday I dallied all morning: made a big breakfast, took a long shower, sat with the kitties and did some petting, etc. When I had about 45 minutes until my shift started, I began to gather my things – I was going to walk to work for the first time and I wanted to give myself PLENTY OF TIME! As I looked at the clock I was struck with an awful, awful feeling – it was 10:55, and I was supposed to be at work at 11am. I’ve started my “late” days – days I work until 8pm, at 11:30 for so many years that although I knew my new hours were 11-8, I just plum forgot that as I went through my lazy morning routine. Woops. So I drove to work and arrived 15 minutes late and had to pay astronomical sums to get my car out of the garage at the end of the day.
Whew. Never going to do that again, right?
So this morning I’m having the weirdest dream wherein I keep meaning to leave for my job, but get sucked in watching a documentary with my mom, then eating a piece of cake with my sister, and then stopping in a store. In the dream I know I’m supposed to be at my mystery job by 5pm, and it’s about 6:30pm, but I just keep doing other things. Somehow my conscious thrusts me out of my dream and I’m panicked. I grab my phone and see that it’s 8:30am – the alarm wasn’t even on, ever. My bus to work left at 8:22. Since my lateness yesterday threw my day into a spiral of spacey/stressed/forgetful reactions, I tried to take it calmly. I drove again. This means two days in a row of ridiculously large garage payments. Maybe I needed to learn the lesson extra hard?
Tomorrow I have the day off, and Friday I’ll set 3 alarms. And possibly sleep in my work clothes.