Another Sleep Song. Listen:
Maybe I’m just tired. I’m never getting any sleep. Maybe I’m just tired.
I can be late for a lunchdate with friends or a doctors’ appointment or capoeira classes but me being late for work is just me being out-of-character.
Or so I thought.
Apparently, I was 20 minutes and 46 seconds late for work today.
I wanted to find excuses to make my self feel better as to why I was late but the thing is, there’s really no valid reason aside from me not waking up on time. I could blame my alarm clock for failing me but then the cause why it failed was still because of me not adding Monday on my alarm-activated schedule. So in the end, it’s still my fault.
I was told that there is always a cause and effect behind everything.
I failed to update my alarm-clock, that is the cause. My office-mate calling and waking me up instead, that is the effect. Me sleeping late is the cause. Me getting up late is the effect.
There is no worse feeling than waking up in the morning and glancing at the clock, only to do a double-take and then you realized that you’re freakin late. Maybe I’m exaggerating here. There are even others who are late everyday for work. And being late for 20 minutes doesn’t mean suspension. There’s even no written warning or a corrective counseling. But for someone who is not use to this kind of situation, believe me: it’s a big deal.
But nah…I don’t want this to get the better of me.
I guess I just have to regard this as one of those days. Monday Blues as they say.
Some effing Monday Blues.Tweet