(The last time I was told to be at work promptly, I kinda didn't do it, and shit crashed and I wasn't there and all sorts of terrible things happened. I brought great shame to my department. And had part of my ass gnawed.)
So I informed the live-in girlfriend of the situation, and we decided that she'd drive me to work then take the kitty to the vet. This worried me because she's even less punctual than me and quite zombie like in the morning.
But anywho morning comes, and around 6:30 she tells me she has no clean undergarments. But she actually did, but then a fucking bra strap broke, and I had to MacGruber it together with some wire from an electronics kit I got back in college.
Then I got to work at 8:02 and nothing was broken.
And everything is fine except my poor baby is still be butchered apart.
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