Things I am too embarrassed to admit on social media no. 2
I wasn't late for work today because I accidentally muted the ringer on my phone (and, by extension, my alarm). I was late for work because I spent way too long curled up in bed clutching a stuffed rabbit, eyes screwed shut, denying all my responsibilities-- not that they are particularly numerous. When I finally got up, I spent half an hour adding a wonky red ribbon trim to the absurd dress I just made, and then I had toast, and then decided it was also a blow-dry day. Then I got a taxi to work. Like I have every day this week. Except for Monday, when Jim gave me a lift. I can't afford this, but I refuse to learn to manage my time properly outside of work. I'm way too organised at work so doing things properly when I'm not there doesn't really feel like a break.