I have a confession. On Fridays, I cannot read a clock.
You see, I did this thing again, where I showed up to work multiple hours early on a Friday. I think I am just so paranoid about being late, something misfires in my brain and tells me that I need to leave the house NOW. I don’t know, there is no excuse for me sometimes. At least I’m wrong in the right direction.
On the bright side, when I make this mistake, I have more time for lunch than usual, and I can go eat somewhere that takes a little more time than the usual half hour that I have to walk somewhere, order food, eat it and walk back.