I'm chronically 5-10 minutes late everyday...but I am also the one who opens the doors ever morning.
Yeah, working in the IT department of my university. I had spent the day prior at a food festival, drinking giant beers and vodka from a flask. This went on for 8 hours or so, at some point I went head over heels off a bar stool and cracked my noggin. My female companion drove me home (somehow) and was taking me to bed when I threw up all over my shoes and text books just inside the doorway to my room. She promptly turned around and left. Keep in mind I don't remember any of this, she had to fill me in on it later.
I just woke up, 3 hours late for work, with a mild concussion, vomit all over all of my shoes and no idea what was going on. I played it off cool when I got to work, until I started vomiting. Then I just went home. It was never spoken of again.
I wanted to wake up at 6:00am the other day, set my two alarm clocks that both have two individual very loud alarms, and that still didn't wake me up. I think that when I am in a deep state of sleep, I must just be in a half-awake mode when I turn off the alarm clocks because I do not recall turning off either. I ending up waking up at 10:00am. It didn't matter because it was the weekend, but it still makes me worried and makes me feel like I have no control over my sleep. Not sure if I should get new alarm clocks or what I need to do...
Cool story bro
I had a job, must have been around 1988, I'm guessing, it was in an ink factory. Me and this guy were temps, and I was hoping to get hired permanent, the job was union and after 3 months IIRC you were either permanent or out of there. Being union, it paid well. I was already fantasizing about the new car I was going to buy (I only had a bicycle).Yep. I used to drive ~100 miles each way to work. Shit happens.
Fortunately, I USUALLY had a boss who understood that when commuting, one fuck-up on the freeway could delay me. I always left early enough that without such fuck-ups in traffic, I was between 30 minutes and 1 hour early...time for a short cat-nap or a breakfast burrito from the roach coach...(or both) BUT, once or twice per year...shit happens and I'd be a bit late. I always called the boss and let him know though.