Go to work, you're late!

Oh shit, I’m late!

The night before was a blur; all I know is that at some point I collapsed in bed and evidently didn’t set my alarm so now, I’m really, really fucked. I rush to my dresser and begin digging through it, throwing on whatever clean clothes I can find. The thought briefly strikes me that if I still lived with Aunt Saige and Zoey, this wouldn’t have happened, but I had to move out eventually, right?

In 10 minutes flat, I’m out the door and in my car. With some dread, I glance down at the clock and see that I’m already a full hour late… no doubt I’m going to get chewed out for this. As I pull out of the parking lot and say goodbye to my apartment, I stop to think about the fastest route to get to work...