I could tell it was going to be a bad day from the moment I woke up. My alarm went off, '7.15 am' it read. I fought to sit up, slowly stepped out of bed, and right into the pizza I neglected to finish off.

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I could tell it was going to be a bad day from the moment I woke up. My alarm went off, ‘7.15 am’ it read. I fought to sit up, slowly stepped out of bed, and right into the pizza I neglected to finish off. With the pizza stuck to my foot I stumbled towards the bathroom, only to find out I had no hair gel. I thought a shower would be my best bet. As I got out of the shower, and toweled myself dry I suddenly realized that I had an early meeting. I dashed toward the kitchen, hastily dressed, and tried to brush my hair down into some kind of style. Luckily, I had left the cornflakes out on the table from the previous night. I fumbled to empty some into a bowl, and then continued to pour milk on. I tipped the bottle and to my ultimate horror a lumpy, almost yoghurt, liquid oozed out and plopped onto my cornflakes. So I decided it would be best to wait until lunch. Whilst running out of the house and locking the door I prayed to any higher power listening to let my car start, for there to be very little traffic and for an early lunch. The car started fine, but traffic was a nightmare. Eventually I got to work, as I pulled up to the seventeen floor, almost evil looking building, I realized I had forgotten all my notes. There was no time to go home for them now. As I wrestled my way into the lift I was thinking of an excuse…nothing came to mind, it was too early for my brain to function this early in the morning. I shot out of the lift and bolted into the meeting.

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Ah Mr. Miller” my boss just looked at me with those cynical eyes, expecting some kind of excuse. He continued,

How nice of you to join us…twenty minutes late

“Yes sir, sorry Mr. Daniels, my car…it…um it…”

Honestly Mr., Miller I really don’t car. You are late at least twice a week, you are constantly having these personal problems and we need someone we can rely on. It is the decision of the board that you should find yourself a new job. Please make haste of clearing you desk and be on your way. Thank you, and ...

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