Most mornings I arrive at work promptly at 7:30; this morning was an exception. I arose as usual at 5:45 to the persistent buzzing of my alarm clock. I soared out of bed, slapped the alarm clock to activate the snooze, crawled back under the covers and proceeded to dream about that really cool traffic map in the right-hand column of my blog (please don’t ask; I have no idea.) The following conversation took place this morning at approximately 7:21:
*ring*
*ring*
Boss: Good Morning, this is (insert boss’s name here), how can I help you?
Me: Hey it’s Marn. I’m running late, I’ll be there as soon as I can.
Boss: What’s wrong with the bus? (Isn’t he a funny guy…..)
Me: Dude, I totally slept through my alarm.
Boss: *hardy laughter* ‘Kay, see you soon.
Dude????
Totally????
What am I, the reincarnate of Spacoli? My boss is now Mr. Hand? What the hell came out of my mouth?!?!?
Thank goodness they deliver pizza to my complex; it looks like it’s gonna be one of those days.
Dude?
*sheesh*
Believe it or not, I pulled into the parking lot at 8:01. My hair may have been wet but I made it in record time.
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