The unimaginable has happened – I was late for work this morning.

I woke up at 8:50 (I start work at 9) and sat on my bed for about a minute, just staring at my phone, going “fuck, no”. I understand that this is a routine to some people, but I’m one of those folks who get places half an hour earlier, just in case. I’m one of those freaks who sweat from anxiety if there’s even the slightest chance they won’t arrive in time to wherever they’re going. So yeah, I hate being late, and today was the first time in four years that I have arrived to work late. My boss actually laughed it off, because she knows how unnatural that is for me.

So no, I didn’t get in trouble, but my day sucked nonetheless and mostly because I made it suck for myself. I kept on apologizing to people and explaining how I don’t know how or why it happened. I’m pretty sure that from now on they’ll all phone me if I’m not at work by 8, just to avoid all the drama I’ll cause.

I’ll also have to change some of my habits and make myself go to bed before 11, because my body obviously can’t take long hours at work and less than six hours of sleep.

Okay, so that was me being the queen of drama queens. Hope your day was way more chilled!