I’ve been late to work every day this week. And not just 5 or 10 minutes. 20 is my minimum. Yesterday, it was almost an hour. Partially, I blame my job for being so lax about it. And partially I blame my brain for tricking myself into believing that even though I moved further out and I have to take two trains to work now, my commute isn’t any longer.
Tonight I went to go cheer on my teammates the Halster and RoboRob as they performed as stereotypes (college activist girl and Scottish lad, respectively) against a team of mentally retarded characters in the UCB’s “Offensive Fest” Cagematch. I was slightly disappointed in the retard team because A.) Only one person was wearing a helmet. B.) No one drooled on stage. C.) No one dressed as this.
After the stereotypes kicked some retard ass, we all went out to ye ol’ comedy bar for a post show drink… which does not bode well for me getting to work on time in the morning, especially as the hour of 3am quickly approaches. And tomorrow night I have a show, which I know we’ll all go out after, which does not bode well for me getting to work in a timely fashion Saturday morning.
I guess it would help if I ever stayed at work late, to make up for the hours that I missed. But honestly, I have a hard time staying at work until 6:30, when I’m actually scheduled to leave.
Seriously, why does work have to get in the way of everything?
God, if you’re out there and you’re listening to my prayers (or reading my blog) tonight, please make me rich so I don’t ever have to work again.
Amen and good night.
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