This morning.
I woke up from an amazing nightlong dream that I had gone on a road trip with my cousins & friends.
Feeling happy from the dream I leisurely got up to get ready for work. I looked at the nearest cell phone – it’s 11:48am! I switched on the T.V to see if there was anything on that I could recognize was a show that played while I normally get ready for work…Generation repeat, Rhythm City repeat, countless insurance adverts, SHIT! No morning live here!
Panic-stricken I rush to the bathroom, brush my teeth take the shortest shower I’ve ever taken in my entire life, got dressed, ran downstairs, grabbed my car keys, ran to the car barefoot.
The guy who does the complex garden opens the gate for me, I ask him (hoping for the best) what the time was…he doesn’t know. I ask “Is it after 11am?” his reply: a vigorous nod followed by a firm “YES”.
Jump into Herbie, switch my phone on, text my boss “I overslept badly, coming in now, so so sorry!” drive like a mad woman to work (it took me 20 mins from the time I woke up to get to work) rush in to open the shop (we have strict rules about when the shop should be open 10am sharp etc..) breathing heavily – panthing rather- I enter the shop switch on lights and prep the shop. As I put my bag down. I glance at the credit card machine….
Its only 9:24am.
I woke up from an amazing nightlong dream that I had gone on a road trip with my cousins & friends.
Feeling happy from the dream I leisurely got up to get ready for work. I looked at the nearest cell phone – it’s 11:48am! I switched on the T.V to see if there was anything on that I could recognize was a show that played while I normally get ready for work…Generation repeat, Rhythm City repeat, countless insurance adverts, SHIT! No morning live here!
Panic-stricken I rush to the bathroom, brush my teeth take the shortest shower I’ve ever taken in my entire life, got dressed, ran downstairs, grabbed my car keys, ran to the car barefoot.
The guy who does the complex garden opens the gate for me, I ask him (hoping for the best) what the time was…he doesn’t know. I ask “Is it after 11am?” his reply: a vigorous nod followed by a firm “YES”.
Jump into Herbie, switch my phone on, text my boss “I overslept badly, coming in now, so so sorry!” drive like a mad woman to work (it took me 20 mins from the time I woke up to get to work) rush in to open the shop (we have strict rules about when the shop should be open 10am sharp etc..) breathing heavily – panthing rather- I enter the shop switch on lights and prep the shop. As I put my bag down. I glance at the credit card machine….
Its only 9:24am.
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