Thursday

This post is rated PG for real life issues girls face.

So, today is Thursday. Today is shipment day... Today I was late.

Last night I diligently went to bed at a decent hour, set my alarm for 6 a.m. and settled down as best I could with the heat index being at 105. A minute later I got up. I forgot to feed the fish (yes, I worried about a fish). I went back to bed. Two minutes later I got up again this time because I needed to adjust my fans to blow more directly on me. I went back to bed, check my alarm yet again and saw that it was indeed set for 6 o'clock. Perfect.

As I lay there in the dark, staring at my dark ceiling/wall/window an impending sense of doom came over me though I could not place the reason why. The next morning I work up on my own... first, with the feeling that my uterus was about to eat its way out of my body. Second, it nearly succeeded. Third.... it was 7:15.... fifteen minutes after I was supposed to be at work. I flopped my face down in my mattress and the first thing that went through my mind was "Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck."

Pardon my early morning thoughts. After that I rolled out of bed, stripped my sheets, got dressed for work, put my sheets in the laundry, and strolled out the door. I figured that either the truck would've been there and gone by the time I got there (the earliest I could've gotten there was 7:35) or the truck hadn't yet arrived. I banked on a late arrival so I took my time. I got to work at 7:51. The truck had been and gone so I shrugged and just started shipment. I finished early too so I came home. *grin*