---I was late to work----- I jerked awake and found myself staring at my digital clock. “9:46” boldly glowed on the black digital clock. My eyes couldn’t believe it--couldn’t accept it. I howled inside, afraid of my punishment. I grabbed my phone, hoping my digital clock was malfunctioning. My phone screen lit up, “9:46.” I gasped like the big artery to my heart just broke and blood was gushing out. I quickly dialed in my security pin and holly-molly, there was a text from my direct supervisor sent at 8:45am: “Are you okay? There is nothing on my calendar indicating you’re going to be in late today.” My fingers paused a moment, wavering between lying I was sicked and skipped work or to honestly tell the truth as it was. I thought of the money I’ll lose if I skipped work and then my current financial situation--I hardened my heart, I’m going to work. “I am so sorry. I don’t know what is wrong with my alarm clock. It didn’t wake me up. I’ll be in at 10:15am.” I quickly typed back and looked up. My digital clock read 9:48am. I couldn’t help myself from crying without tears as I rushed to the bathroom. I scrambled out of the bathroom and was at a predicament--what to wear? I quickly put on yesterday’s jean and paired it up with a sleeveless, loose but professional soft brown top hanging by my cubic shelves; and top the whole outfit with a long fashion knitted gray sweater from Old Navy. I grabbed my computer glass and ran out like the devil was behind me. This was when I thank God for my current job. Although, I’ll leave, unwillingly--eventually--at least right now when I was struggling the most, this job was flexible. It was a tough morning. I sat outside my office, and drank my frapp on my break. I smiled and watched the usual guy flipped a page of a thick book. He had been coming to the Cafe across town for a couple weeks now, and I am positive he had a girlfriend.
I was late yesterday. But then again we have a flex system, so long as you work your 7 and a half hours, all is good
Oh, you know I write stories? Nah--maybe you'r just guessing. It's a real life occurrence with a mix of fiction. Can you guess which part of it is fiction? It is very obvious. She was cool with it. Not in trouble right now. If life is work, then we would never miss a day of work nor ever be late.
i'm not only late but thought that day was still a holiday!! it's 3 days after New Year and i thought i still have one more day left, but then i got called by my supervisor asking why i didn't notice him if i would be absent or sick. Fortunately it was still 9AM and we have half-day policy, so if i still want my half-day salary i should check in before 12 PM and since i was late whatsoever, i took my time and checked in at 11 AM After the call tho, i called the HRD section to give my notice (the half-day thing) and my boss to apologize. Of course, i didn't say i didn't know that that day was not a holiday, doesn't need to have minus point in my performance. My supervisor know tho. that's the worst experience i had about my attendance. i rarely ever late, it i was late, it was because other people mistake mostly. So, that experience really leave a bad wound in my soul >.<
If life is work, I would see a pay raise every year for my awesome performance, continuing education, and hard work.
hmm yeah been there done that worst case I mistake monday with sunday cuz too tired on hmm sudden extra hours on saturday bonus deducted funny how those upper echelon yell for faster sudden damnit project