The story of a day in the life of an unsuccessful office worker

7:15am Good god it’s morning!

“Ouuuuuuuuuu!” Big yawn.  

Let’s see, what time is it? I rub my half open eyes and roll over to check my clock radio. 

Seven fifteen.  

The time half registers somewhere deep within my sub-conscious as I roll back over as if going back to sleep again.  

What day is it today? I roll back over again and check the day – Monday.  Another yawn, and I clear my head and take a second to gather my thoughts.  

Seven fifteen. Monday. Hmmm. 

What? Seven fifteen! Monday!  

All of the sudden I gain semi-consciousness and it hits me. It’s seven fifteen on Monday morning.  

Hang on. Let’s just check. Is that seven fifteen? On Monday? That can’t be right can it?  

I recheck. It is. I’m running late for work – again! 

Many people placed in my situation would instantaneously spring out of bed and rush into a quick shower in order to get ready and arrive at work on time. But not me.  

You see, I suffer from a common medical condition. It’s technically referred to as I hate getting out of bed and going to work syndrome. 

This condition is described in detail in the next post. For now, suffice it to say that I never spring out of bed because: 


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