Late to work

I got up and went back to sleep. That made me feel like crap when I got up again two hours later. I was on a 9am start on the rota. It was 8. I'd be at least forty minutes late, so I cared less. I still rushed to get ready. Better to be late one hour than two hours right. But I first had to escape my bed. It was so warm and cosy in here. My room was covered in damp. So it was better under the duvet. The warm duvet. I could feel the cold seeping in near my feet. I didn't want to get out.

 

Sally was my supervisor’s name. Clipboard Sally we called her. I'd started that nickname. That damn clipboard made her think she was Cleopatra. Staring us down as we arrived, like we were vermin. You sucked it up. The hassle was too much otherwise. 

"Morning." 

"Morning." I said. I was never the first one to say it. But I was polite enough to respond.