Mornin’. We’re late. Alarm mentioned “snooze,” mind mentioned “5 extra,” and now the clock is yelling. Keys in a single paw, espresso within the different, dash to the automotive prefer it’s the Olympics for Drained Folks. Seatbelt click on. Deep sigh after which be part of the river of brake lights.
Each gentle turns purple only for us. GPS, International Pawsitioning System, says “quicker route accessible,” which is a lie and in addition a lure. Radio performs the identical tune thrice as a result of time is a circle. Development cones seem out of nowhere. The flip we want? Blocked. The one we do not? Broad open and mocking.
Telephone pings with our boss asking “ETA?” We reply with the traditional chant: “On my approach.” Zoomies velocity slows to a crawl. Somebody going 12 in a 40 has chosen us as their character improvement.
Lastly, parking. Three-point flip turns into 30-point interpretive dance. Nailed it. Energy-walk to the door, juggling bag, catfee, and dignity. Badge goes beep after which we face the elevator stare. Doorways open. The desk greets us like a judgmental cat. We settle, breathe, and fake we meant to reach precisely this frazzled.
E-mail masses. Calendar screams. We sip lukewarm espresso and whisper the day by day mantra: “We are going to survive till lunch.”
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