Proof

This morning was just more proof that the universe does not want me to be on time for anywhere and leaving early is dangerous to my health. I got up and ready with 10 minutes to spare, went to walk out the door and my mom stopped me because my pants were splitting. Hadn't split yet, but the fabric was stretched so thin in one spot that you could see my underwear. (That's what I get for buying things off the clearance rack >.<) So I had to rush back inside and navigate the obstacle course that is the room in the morning, find new pants, wait for granny to get out of the bathroom, change, explain the situation to the g-parents (cause they get offended if we don't answer them or don't explain in full) and rush back out the door. Thanks to the Universe, I had to zoom to work faster than is safe and started my morning super stressed. Clocked in 1 minute late, which doesn't seem like a lot but, as I learned from Disney, is more than enough to send your career downhill. I'd love to be on time. Hell, I'd love to be early for everything, if I could! But every time, and I mean EVERY. TIME. I try to be early, something bad happens. My pants split or my car dies or I witness a traffic accident or I get a ticket. It's easier on everyone if we just bend to the inevitable will of the universe and accept that I'm going to be late for everything, always. Forewarned is forearmed anyway, eh?