After yesterdays Feng Shui work, moving beds and treadmills and stoves, eleven straight hours of more direct cleaning, organizing, color coding, snapping my neck and dislocating my spine, I was wiped. It's a miracle I made it to the bed and when I opened my eyes at 6:30, 7:00, it was dark, so I frantically assumed it am.
I didn't manipulate my personal daily calendar because I jumped the gun and assumed for an asinine yet still unknownn reason, I was two hours late for work. I logged in, without caffeine even because I aim to remain professional at my real, before I get published job (which I love). PUNCHING INTO WORK FOR AN HOUR LAST NIGHT WAS THE ANTITHESIS OF PROFESSIONAL.
For my Team Leaders, I created a quick, "sorry I'm late," email and one hour later when the sun failed to rise, I created a quick, "sorry I irresponsibly showed up for work when I wasn't scheduled."
Gee, I hope they understand. I hope they say something like, "Oh that's just Sheila and we just have to make sure she doesn't get her nights and her days confused."
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