I'm going to be SOOOOOOO late!!!!!

I'm late. I'm late. For a very important date...

Well not really. But there are those times where we're running late in the morning. Be it the alarm clock didn't work or maybe we just kept hitting the snooze button, there are many reasons for this. In fact, it could be that you just overslept or just refused to leave on time. Maybe it's the traffic or something with your car. Maybe you got into an argument with someone in your household that caused you to not leave on time. Regardless of the reason, one fact remains: You're late for work.

There's no worse feeling for those who are monitored by the clock by their supervisor/manager. You know what I'm talking about. You're running into the building, already past your start time and you get that knot in your stomach. You worry about being written up or talked about amongst your co-workers. It's a crappy feeling, plain and short. Although, if you are of the select that get to choose your hours or possibly work from home, you're in a much favorable position.

Today, I completely miscalculated the time I thought it would take to chisel my car out of the block of ice it was encased within. On top of that, I left the house only a few minutes earlier than normal, thinking this would be sufficient. Needless to say, when I realized that the ice wasn't being scraped away, I started to panic. You should have seen me attack my car with my scraper. At points, it appeared as if I was making an ice sculpture, what with all the ice flying in the air. I didn't even think to do it discreetly in case I was being too loud. I was banging, scraping, and mildly cussing at my predicament.

Eventually, I got enough of the ice off my front and back windshield and made my way to work. I decided to go on the highway instead of the backroads, considering I already lost about 20 minutes working on my car. As I was cruising along and making good time, I was almost at work when I ran (or should I stay stopped dead) in traffic. I could see my exit, but couldn't get to it. Out of nowhere, all the cars decided to just start crawling along at 1-2 miles per hour and I was anxiously looking at the clock and how much distance I had left.

I then made it to my parking garage, parked the car, chiseled the rest of the ice on my windshield wipers (as it left my right wiper disfigured) and quickly made my way to my desk. With 3 minutes left until 8:30, I plugged my computer in, logged into the phone, and breathed a deep sigh of relief. So here I am now, fully caught up with my work from a day ago (our office was closed yesterday, w00t!) and I am writing this post.

But yeah...late to work. It's not a pleasant experience and for those who aren't used to it, I don't wish it on anyone. But for those who are always late (and you know who you are), shame on you! Then again, it's not like the world would have ended if I did come in a few minutes late.

But I'm not going to be the one to find that out!