This morning I managed to pull into the parking lot promptly at nine am. Considering that I had to stop and buy the paper goods and drinks for the office holiday potluck before work, I did very well.
Special thanks to Pratt and his coworker whose name I don't remember for talking to me until I was lucid this morning.
Sadly, I had to sit in the parking lot for a long time waiting for someone to come and help me unload my car. So, I think my boss thinks I was late, but I can't figure out how to tell him that I was on time without making it sound like something that I'm really defensive about...
