Earlier this morning, as my alarm was going off at the ungodly hour of 5:30, I asked myself why in the hell I would want to get up two full hours before I had to log on for work. I violently hit the snooze button and went back to sleep.
A little bit later, when my alarm went off again at 5:45, I asked myself why I hadn't changed my alarm to a later time so I could just effing sleep. I reset the alarm for later in the morning, repositioned my pillow, and again, went back to sleep.
An hour later, I woke up in a panic.
What time is it? I thought to myself. I scrambled for the clock and focused my bleary eyes on the screen.
"Fuck. Fuck. FUCK!" I muttered under my breath. I launched myself out of bed and pulled on some clothes.
"Fuck. Shit. Shit! Fucking SHIT."
I had forgotten that I was asked to start work early this morning. Not just to work, but to be the on-duty supervisor. I was supposed to start at 6:00, instead of my normal start time of 7:30. Thus the alarms set for 5:30 and 5:45. And now I, the supposed supervisor-du-jour, was logging in forty-five minutes late.
Why is it that whenever you wake up late, you always wake up late to the point where you're not really, REALLY late just yet (say, by an hour or more), but still too late for it to be excused?
I'll be kissing some major ass to get out of this one.