I want Bill Nighy to read me a book.
And I’m also late coming back from lunch.
Because I can. And if I don’t leave now, I will be fantastically late.
Why I’m Always Late
I was sure I was scheduled for work at 6:30 PST this beautiful Sunday morning, but not too sure since I didn’t write my schedule down. So I arrived at my usual time of 6:00 AM. I sat in the main office where all the employees walk through to get to the break room, the time clock, or their “valuables” held safely for them in a locker. Sitting and waiting for half an hour isn’t much time, or much of a hassle, really - although, that’s a half an hour more which I could’ve used for sleeping. But just sitting here and listening to the inane conversation of my inept coworkers, the forced laughter of the girl I swear is a waste of resources, or the lady who loves the sound of her own voice and won’t let you get in a word in a “conversation,” or the older gentleman who has a “did you know” for everything- sitting here and listening to that for half an hour is the reason why I’m late. These people. They’re why I risk corrective action each time I clock in.