Late for Work
Have you ever been late for work? Maybe you forgot to set the alarm. Maybe you just kept hitting the snooze button. Maybe you decided to linger over breakfast with the spouse. Maybe you just didn't feel like going to work so you were running a bit slow. Whatever the reason, eventually you got in your car and started thinking of the phenomenal yet believable excuse you were going to give your boss.
Traffic is one of the standards. Hard to argue with traffic. Flat tires occasionally work in a bind. Forgot my wallet and ran out of gas. Any of these will do in a pinch.
Well when you are working from home, your commute is probably something like mine. I wake up and turn on my computer, grab some coffee, turn on the morning news. About 45 minutes later I walk into my office as my husband passes me in the hallway on his way to his office to check his mail before leaving for the day. He will then fill up his coffee cup, give both the dogs a scratch on the back and head out the door. This all takes place before I start work at 6:00am. Nothing terribly exciting ever happens and I'm never late for work.
Almost never.
Yesterday morning things were going according to plan. My husband bent over to give the dachshund his normal morning scratch and he turned to me and said 'is it raining? The dog is wet." Well it wasn't raining and the dog was definitely wet. Basically our wonderful Boxer had mistaken our short and easy target dachshund for a bush. The poor guy was covered in pee.
OK, I know. Gross. My husband cleaned himself up and dashed out the door leaving me and the 'wet' dog. The dog had to get a bath and it had to be done immediately. As evidenced in my prior posts, the dogs spend most of the day sleeping on a bed in my office and there was no way I was going to let that happen with one of them 'wet'. I got the dog in the tub, washed him, got him out and toweled him dry and ran into my office to start work. It was 6:15. I was late.
No flat tires or traffic jams for me. Just a 'wet' dog and an amusing story. Thinking about it today, I'm pretty fortunate. I don't worry about running out of gas or having a flat tire. If the worst accident I encounter during my commute to work is a dog 'accident' I have little to complain about.





