My phone woke me up this morning. I grabbed it from my desk. It took me .75 seconds to register the time on my clock radio (9:10) and then register who was calling (private number - the agency). I was so panicked, I then proceeded to do two things simultaneously: answer the call, and shout "SHIT!" There's little way I'll ever know whether Kate from Select heard this cry.
The call ended with her asking "Did you sleep in?", and there, sitting in my bed, I explained that I was "having trouble with the buses." Before my shower, I shouted an extra loud "SHIT!" just for good measure. Running to the bus stop, I sweated in my DJs shirt. Damn.  ¶ 17:29