I was late for work for the very first time in my entire thirty-years of teaching.
I just slept in. That’s all. I had no particular reason to do so, but I did. Until almost 8 o’clock. I have to be at work by 8:15. Obviously, I didn’t to make it.
I couldn’t get through to the school to tell them that I had woken up late and that I was coming in as soon as I could. I couldn’t get on the school district email system to tell them. So I sat down and had breakfast.
I finally got through on the phone, then headed off to work. I anticipated that the roads would be a little less crowded because I was so much later. What I didn’t anticipate was a car accident that completely blocked a busy intersection, which necessitated all vehicles turning around and going back the way they came. It would have been nice if the police officers had set up a detour waaaaaaaaay back at the previous road so that all of us could have taken a different route and avoided wasting our time.
I eventually got to work around 9 o’clock. I had to park down the street because the parking lot was full. It was pouring rain. I got really wet, so my hair looked stupid all day.
I have had recently a particularly annoying run of being late, it seems to me. I hope I’m done now. I would hate to be late for Christmas, too.