Dude, I SUCK! Yesterday, I went to bed a semi-reasonable hour and got a full eight hours of sleep.
Unfortunately, these eight hours had me waking up at 8:55 am, and I had to be in the suburbs for a class to teach at 9:00! Then, I had another class at 10:00. And there was just no way I would be able to make it in time.
So I called in and just said, "I can't come today."
I have no idea what happened. My alarm - although to my knowledge I totally set it - never went off. The Boy, who stayed up all night and all morning (and is now sleeping in the bed) can vouch for that fact. It was utterly confusing, and I feel like shit for missing a day of work (only two classes, one of which never comes, so really only one class, but it was my FAVORITE!).
The only redeeming thing is that nothing like this has happened all year, and besides the one time the trains were on strike, I have never even been late.
Still, the GUILT. It's HEAVY.
In other news, I spoke to a British man this morning on the telephone, and I am considering marrying him. Not only was his little accent just so cute I could pinch him, he was just the biggest effing sweetheart I have ever spoken to. Much love to my British Juicer Telephone Man, yo!
And lastly, my books came from Amazon today. It was like Christmas, I swear.
Leave a comment