I had a novel experience today. It’s work related. No, I wasn’t late. That wouldn’t have been a first time ever, anyway. No, it doesn’t happen often. It’s only happened twice so far. My parents were very good at teaching me the importance of being on time; my mother by being late, my father by being angry at her. You really do learn best from other people’s mistakes.
So, this evening I strolled into work, just to find out that it wasn’t my shift. Im not due to come to work until tomorrow.
The look on my colleagues faces was worth it, however.