1st November

If you dream of being late, it's your conscience telling you to refrain from making promises you can't keep.

*I was on the tube on my way into work, and it was really empty. As I pushed my way on I noticed there was a seat with a bag on so I moved the bag and sat on the seat. After a while it occurred to me to ask who the bag belonged to, but it turned out that it wasn't anyones. Me and another lady were trying to decide what to do with it as it could be a bomb. She was getting off at the next station and offered to take it with her and dispose of it in the nearest bin; we both decided this was the safest option. As I continued the journey, every time we stopped at a station, I would get off the tube, then wait for the next one to arrive, ride that for one stop and so on... Obviously it was taking me forever to get into work and I was suddenly very aware of how late it was. I decided to get off at Bank station and walk into work from there. As I set off, I noticed the streets of London were very quiet, and I had an awful feeling that it was still the weekend. I stopped and sat on a wall whilst I tried to figure out exactly what I had done at the weekend and what day of the week it must be but the more I thought about it, the more confused I became. I called my mum to ask her what day of the week it was but she said she wasn't sure because of the clocks going forward 2 weeks ago, she is all out of sync. Frustrated and confused I decide to continue my journey to work, when I run into Andy, Nick and Bob from my previous job. I approached them to see if they could clear up my confusion but I was invisible to them. Screaming I ran after them, but it was no use, so I persevered onwards. I reached an outside bar where there various people sitting outside drinking under a huge canopy. I decided to go in and rest for a moment as I was carrying a huge bag full with various suits. As I sat down, I looked at my watch and it was 11:30am, and then out of no where I finally figured out that yes it was Monday and I was meant to be in work. Panicking because I was 2 hours late, I called my boss who was quite understandably furious I was late and hadn't called in before now. Whilst trying to apologise to him on the phone 2 men were having a water fight right next to me with cartons of orange juice, they were extremely loud and so I sad very rudely to my boss "Please excuse the noise, there are 2 twats having a water fight right next to me", then hung up the phone. Upon hearing my remark the 2 guys threw a bottle of orange juice each over me so I was soaked and my suit was ruined. I got into a huge argument with them, and warned them if my brother knew what had happened, they'd be in for it. At that exact moment my brother Tom ran past where we were, so I called him in to help me. I explained what had happened, but all he did was laugh, and suggest I threw water over the pair of them and we'd be even. I took his advice, and set off back for work. On my way I ran into Louise who was out for lunch and wanted to deliver something to me in the office, so I suggested she walked alongside me. As we go closer to my work, I grew more and more aware of how late I was and how much trouble I was going to be in when I did get home, so I tried to speed up. The faster I tried to walk, the more obstacles were put in my way, and my legs just wouldn't cooperate with the rest of my body.