This is what I did.
I am so tired....t-i-r-zzzzz.
I rolled over this morning when my alarm clock rang at 8am. Wondering for how long it had been going off, I reached for the snooze button. In the mornings, I have a ritual where I typically reset the alarm clock for 8:15, giving myself just enough time to get to work by 9am. However, because I stayed up late last night (I just had to beat Super Mario Party on my Game Boy--yeah, I know, I've been dating Scott for too long), I thought "screw this" and decided I'd run a couple minutes later by going the lazy route and just hitting the snooze button twice.
Subsequently, when my clock went off again at 8:18, I got up and got ready for the day. According to my clock, I was headed out the door by 8:56--just running a few minutes later than usual.
As I bustled into the building, it was about 3 minutes after the hour. Rounding the bend to my office, mumbled apologies for being late already spouting out of my mouth, I noticed the door was locked.
"Strange," I thought. "Maybe maintenance was making noise out here and they decided to close the door."
So I unlocked it and walked into a deserted office. "Really strange. At the very least, Christie is usually here by now."
So I checked my voicemail to see if she had left a message saying she would be late. No blinking button. This is when the panic set in--thousands of thoughts running through my head.
However, I heard computer keys clicking in the background. I noticed Scott (our new telemarketing manager) working at the back of the 2nd floor. I calmly walked over and blurted out the first possible reason for everyone's absence that made it to my lips:
"Was there some explosion or other catastrophe that caused everyone to not be here?"
Good one, Amanda. Now you look like a paranoid freak.
He sort of cocked his head to the side, not quite understanding what I meant, paused for a moment or two to attempt to fathom why I would ask that question, and said: "I didn't know you guys got here this early."
Now, it was my turn to cock my head to the side, and attempt to fathom that response. Slowly, the last few remnants of sleep unclouded from my head. "What time is it," I asked, looking for a clock. By the time Scott answered, I had found the solution to the problem.
8:10 blinked back at me from the digital clock. I went and looked at my cell phone where the same numbers mocked me from their screen.
A low groan of exhaustion was building from deep within me as I flashed back to last night: There I was, half-asleep and full with joy at beating a video game, setting my alarm clock for 8am. Unbeknownst to myself, my finger slips, releasing the alarm setting button, subsequently resetting my clock an hour ahead.
As I walk away from Scott, who is shaking his head in amusement, I wonder aloud "What am I going to do for an hour?"
I rolled over this morning when my alarm clock rang at 8am. Wondering for how long it had been going off, I reached for the snooze button. In the mornings, I have a ritual where I typically reset the alarm clock for 8:15, giving myself just enough time to get to work by 9am. However, because I stayed up late last night (I just had to beat Super Mario Party on my Game Boy--yeah, I know, I've been dating Scott for too long), I thought "screw this" and decided I'd run a couple minutes later by going the lazy route and just hitting the snooze button twice.
Subsequently, when my clock went off again at 8:18, I got up and got ready for the day. According to my clock, I was headed out the door by 8:56--just running a few minutes later than usual.
As I bustled into the building, it was about 3 minutes after the hour. Rounding the bend to my office, mumbled apologies for being late already spouting out of my mouth, I noticed the door was locked.
"Strange," I thought. "Maybe maintenance was making noise out here and they decided to close the door."
So I unlocked it and walked into a deserted office. "Really strange. At the very least, Christie is usually here by now."
So I checked my voicemail to see if she had left a message saying she would be late. No blinking button. This is when the panic set in--thousands of thoughts running through my head.
However, I heard computer keys clicking in the background. I noticed Scott (our new telemarketing manager) working at the back of the 2nd floor. I calmly walked over and blurted out the first possible reason for everyone's absence that made it to my lips:
"Was there some explosion or other catastrophe that caused everyone to not be here?"
Good one, Amanda. Now you look like a paranoid freak.
He sort of cocked his head to the side, not quite understanding what I meant, paused for a moment or two to attempt to fathom why I would ask that question, and said: "I didn't know you guys got here this early."
Now, it was my turn to cock my head to the side, and attempt to fathom that response. Slowly, the last few remnants of sleep unclouded from my head. "What time is it," I asked, looking for a clock. By the time Scott answered, I had found the solution to the problem.
8:10 blinked back at me from the digital clock. I went and looked at my cell phone where the same numbers mocked me from their screen.
A low groan of exhaustion was building from deep within me as I flashed back to last night: There I was, half-asleep and full with joy at beating a video game, setting my alarm clock for 8am. Unbeknownst to myself, my finger slips, releasing the alarm setting button, subsequently resetting my clock an hour ahead.
As I walk away from Scott, who is shaking his head in amusement, I wonder aloud "What am I going to do for an hour?"