Better Late than Never

So, since the weekend is now over, and a new week is beginning, I have decided to overview my Friday.

If you have ever fallen in the mud, (literally) you know that there is an awkward silence right after the fall. Whether it's because you're worried about who else might have seen it, or what to do next, it's similar to the silence experienced after a car accident (of which I have been through three times..)

So, on Friday morning, I was to be at work at 11 o'clock.

I wake up, and groggily stare at the alarm clock. Big. Red. Numbers.

12:15

I jump out of bed and throw something on and (without brushing my teeth..disgusting) run out the door in my flip flops. It's been raining. All morning. Unfortunately I overlook this crucial fact and keep running..up a hill..of mud.

There are two girls who see me fall, and in the silence I try to stay on my feet but this just isn't going to happen. So, giving in to the inevitable force of gravity I let myself fall.

I pull myself up and sit indian style, studying the mud up and down my legs and arms as the two girls ask if I'm okay.

"Yeah.. I'm late for work," I complain.

"Well, at least it happened now, and not later," they reply.

There is no time to waste. My keys are caked and I get them jammed in the door as some angel comes out of nowhere and helps me yank them out.

I change frantically and arrive to work at 12:30 to my manager, bug-eyed and shocked.

"WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?!"

"It's a long story."

"Well," she says, calmly, "You take everything that's coming in and help bus."

She later gave me a hug.

Though she might not have known it, the fact that she was able to overlook it that I was an hour and a half late and give me a simple hug in a time of dismay really meant alot to me.

I don't like to bring my emotions to work and I sure as hell hate being late.

"Hey you. Where ya been? You're never late." Says my other manager as I squish a drop of mud left behind between my toes in my right shoe.

"Better late than never," I reply.

I was late to class that day too, by half an hour. I honestly feel like the world cut me a break that day. My professor could have cared less. I didn't get fired or written up. I didn't get bitched at up and down.

I was cut a break.

Things could always be worse.