Crying

I am habitually late. It’s a genetic thing. In fact, I was born almost a month overdue. Now, as a library slave, I am constantly plagued by my inability to get to work on time. Recently I made the decision to correct this behavior and vowed not to be late any more. So, rather than blather on about my past failures I shall document my successes, ad infinitum. Just Monday, I actually arrived 10 minutes early. See? No need to cry at the desk over failure.

UPDATE: No late arrivals in the past week, despite some close calls. Good news. And thanks to thedonofpages for the insight. Of course.

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