thar she blows...her work schedule!

I was a little bitter today about my being late for work ONCE AGAIN. *cough* Maybe if I didn't decide to commit genocide on my brain cells last night, I would have remembered to set the appropriate alarms.

Serendipitously, as happens every time I have to work but am sleeping in, I woke up around 8:30 - this time because Cyclista was leaping from my bed to the nightstand to eat the spider plant. One catastrophe was averted - I yelled for her to get out of there, instead of getting my ass out of bed. Maybe she was only trying to help. I think she knows my schedule better than I do. (gah, what does that say about me?)

Of my three saturdays at the UBS this semester, it is the second that I have been late for. This time there is no excuse, because it is solely because of my drunken shenanigans the night prior. Last time it was because I forgot about Saturday's funny bus schedule, and had no choice but to wait for the 10:50. Today I could find no winter schedule online (bless the Rapid), but guessed it would be around that time so made the bus at 11:15 ish. Next time I live downtown, maybe I should just work downtown...