So I was supposed to arrive last night at 8:40. Well, things didn't really go according to plan, and we sat in Hamilton for a while waiting for the reverse thrust on the right engine to be fixed. I ended up getting into my house at 12:30am. I set my alarm for 6, since I had to work at 7. Well, I woke to a light knocking on my door, to which I said "hunh, what? My mini bar doesn't need to be changed thanks*", but REALLY it was Linda telling me it was 6:58. So I said "oooops", which was actually a little bit stronger than "oooops".
I shot out of bed, threw on clothes, and got to work. Whatever, no biggie, but it just sucks to be late since I hate being late.
*So when I was in Moncton yesterday, I was napping in the middle of the day after some waffles from Cora's, not wearing pants, when I woke to a soft knocking at my door. I walked over to my suitcase, to find pants, which couldn't have taken me more than 5 seconds, when I heard the keys in the door and the lock opening. I grabbed a towel from the floor, threw it around my pantsless self, and opened the door as it was opening from the outside. It was a guy, and he asked "oh, I was just checking the mini bar and wanted to know if you needed more stock." I just stared blankly at him and finally said "ummm, no, it's fine." and closed the door. Who does that??? Knocks, waits five seconds and then opens the door??? What if I was just walking out of the bathroom after a shower? What if I was getting ready for work? (Which I normally do in undies and a tank top to cut down the polyester wearing the most possible) It totally freaked me out. Anyway, this morning's knock brought back memories of that and I even checked to make sure I was wearing pants before going to the bathroom.