This morning, I was really late to work again. I called my coworker Susan from my car and had her tell my boss I was late. She reluctantly agreed and said, 'This is the fourth time you're going to be late this month. You'll get him to fire you if you don't stop slacking off."

But I wasn't slacking off. I had a hectic weekend making arrangements for my sister's wedding. She had me buy the flowers and the invitations and pick up the cake. I didn't even have time to go to the salon to get my hair and makeup done, let alone get my nails done. But that wasn't all. On the way to the wedding, my car broke down, and I had to have it towed to the church. Can you imagine that? Me, the maid of honor, dressed to the nines, getting out of a tow truck?

Luckily, I had my car fixed really quickly—suspiciously quickly. This morning, I got in my car with plenty of time to get to work on time, but it wouldn't start. I tried several times and finally got it to start. Everything seemed to be fine until I had my car break down halfway to work during rush hour. Of course!

I thought I'd still have a chance to get there on time if I had my brother pick me up and drive me to work. But he couldn't. His boss had him start work early. That's why I called Susan and had her give my boss a heads-up.

Just in case you’re wondering if my boss fired me, let me tell you that he didn’t. BUT he did make/have me promise that this would be the last time. Next time he will.