I am a non-punctual sheep, I wake up very often and am late to work. At first there were problems, but in the last two places I was able to tolerate this if I didn’t start looking hard and do everything I needed.
It was a story, a story ahead.

I wake up in the morning without 10 minutes 11 and immediately panic, because the working day at 10 starts, and I usually late for half an hour, and here two days in a row for an hour, and here is the third, and before work is not far, but still half an hour walk... And I still wanted to come early, do something, but something sat in the evening with a neighbor for beer and conversations. In horror and waiting for a call from the boss, I call a taxi, I brush my teeth quickly, I put on what happened, I forget to feed the cat with a scare, I run out, I sit in the taxi almost with the words "Goni, the boss!", the taxi leaves and here on the radio they report: "Moscow time is 10 hours." I also hiccunked about myself: someone there will get from the editor-in-chief for such a box.
I come, I get up in the elevator, I am surprised that the boss has never called, I go into the office with the bullet, I wait for the bullshit. Are you on time today? What happened"
Meaning in time?
I watched the phone for 10 hours and 7 minutes. No, he just showed without 10 minutes 11!
21 October 2015. On the way to work, Marty McFly threw me down.