a horrible morning

while fast a sleep this morning, my dad comes into the room. i know something`s wrong! yeah, i`m late for work. He says, `"kristin, it`s 6.45!" that`s when i usually park the car outside the factory, so yeah, i`m in trouble. i get up in a hurry, run through the house, picking up stuff i might need but i`m too tired to know. i jump in the car and drive like the wind, yes, i was speeding.... anyway, i calm down cause i know it`s not that big a deal. it`s just that i hate being late.
30 min after being in a coma, i pulled up on the parking lot. hmm, weird, where are all the cars????
i check the time, it`s 6.15......

i still don`t know if my dad said the wrong thing, or i just thought he did. anyway, it`s now almost 9, and i`m still not awake.

but, IT`S MY LAST DAY AT WORK!!!! I`ve brought cake to celebrate:) Tomorrow i move in with torunn and renate in kristiansand, yay! so, even though it`s a tough morning, it`s ok, it`s the last one!