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For the sake of 15 minutes sleeping

Today was a mess. It was completely my fault, and really stupid, I messed everything up for the sake of 15 more minutes sleeping :p

When I woke up this morning, I was really really sleepy. I looked at the window, it was raining outside. Imagine : a pillow, a warm blanket, raining outside :D I couldn't help myself to tolerate for 15 minutes sleeping. Instead of woke up and prepared to go to campus, I just turned my laptop on and send an e-mail to a colleague who had appointment with me : I will be there at 10, then I continued my sleep.

Yeah, it was silly me. When finally I made to wake up, I was really in a rush. I should have one minute to dry my laundry, but it took several minutes. All of a sudden my laundry card couldn't be read :( . Oh well, I even couldn't finish my coffee because I want to catch a bus at 9.35, but I missed it by 1 or 2 minutes. Then I walked to another bus stop to catch another route - a campus shuttle bus. When finally I managed to arrive at the shuttle bus stop, the bus just departed in front of me :D I couldn't do anything but called my colleague that I missed the bus. Since I didn't have his direct number, I only left a message to another friend that I will be there at 11. Oh well, the message didn't reach the recipient in complete. Yes, my friend gave my message, but he tought that I would be there in a couple of minutes, so he didn't tell that I will be there at 11. Well, it's nobody's fault but me.

Finally I decided to get another bus and I should walked more than the normal route. When I arrived at 11, my colleague was really pissed off to me since he already waited me for an hour, and he had another meeting at 11. Oh no, what a huge mistake I made. Finally I settled everything up, but still, I lost more than 3 effective working hours and I got really confused (to myself, who else should I blame :p)

I usually try to be on time. A few years ago, some friends and I tried to have being on time as our habit. When one of us was late, she/he would have punishment for it. It shaped me quite well, at least I tried to respect others' schedule and I want other person to treat me the same. I remember how upset I was when my friend 30 minutes behind the schedule. But today, I should admit that I have to rebuild that habit. Shame on me, for the sake of 15 minutes sleeping, I ruined my day.

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