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A few years ago I could barely boil water.

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Wednesday
Mar252009

Daily Dilemma: Running Late


We've all been there. Last night's bottle of wine left you with waking up to a holy headache and you end up stumbling out of bed 30 minutes later than the first time you heard that obnoxious buzzing alarm. You have no time to make your morning coffee and to make matters worse, you didn't even get to shower, let alone apply any sort of make up, leaving a nest of tangles on your head and a face from Night of the Living Dead.

I'm not sure how many of you are like me, but I often find myself running to catch a train with all of these weekday intricacies in tow. My question to the universe is: Why do you always pick those days for the B train to creep through 4 stops, causing my predisposed lateness by 5 or 7 minutes to escalate into straight up being 15-30 minutes late for work? Am I not a good person? All I did was slightly overindulge in my 3 little hours spent outside of work last night, and this is what I get in return?

Anyone else out there sharing my frustrations?

Reader Comments (1)

ugh i hate this... minus the wine part. my late sleeping occurs because i stay up all night either A. watching tv i didn't get to see cause i've been at work or B. surfing youtube to learn more about makeup.
of course the next morning i wake up 15 minutes before i have to leave and then i end up with no makeup (horror i know) and i can't get my large french vanilla iced coffee and i get stuck behind a million buses.

March 27, 2009 | Unregistered CommenterChristine

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