8:48am What’s my excuse?
The elevator makes the slow, painful journey up to the eighteenth floor.
I agonize about the unpleasant conversation I am about to have with Bill regarding my arrival time.
Eight forty eight. Eighteen minutes late. ****!
What’s today’s excuse? Think…Flat battery…no. Train cancellation…no, he knows I don’t catch the train….Caught up in traffic… that’s hardly original….ran over my neighbor’s dog….no, told him I did that yesterday.
Bill and I often have nasty conversations about my arrival time. Bill says I am late for work every day. I disagree. Not every day. I think that’s a bit harsh.
I mean, c’mon, I made it on time…. When did I arrive on time? ..Think… I know, Tuesday last week – oh hang on – no. I was five minutes late that day.
Come to think of it, I have to soberly admit that Bill is right. I am late every day.
Logically, it would be better to arrive on time. This would have a positive impact on my career prospects and earnings potential.
But logic will not change an emotion. All forms of logic evaporate when it’s time to get out of bed.
Accordingly, I need a fresh excuse each day. Successful people make good excuses.
Problem is, my excuses have run out. ****!
I’ll have to face the music without an excuse.