Sometimes, it pays to be late
I *hate* to be late. But I am sometimes late to work by 15 minutes or so, depending on what time Mark leaves with the kids. I get ready really fast, far faster than most chicks. I’m sort of a low-maintenance kind of a girl.
Today, it’s a good thing that I’m late. I was just getting ready to walk out the door when Mark called from our building.
Well, from outside our building.
Apparently there’s a fire in the tower, and they’ve evacuated. There’s no sense driving down there to stand outside in the rain, so I’m going to work from home for a bit.
I may have to re-think this whole promptness thing.