OH SHOOT! I’m running late for my meeting! It’s 9:40 in the morning. My meeting is at 10:00 exactly. I just woke up!

I quickly go to the bathroom and do my bathroom things. Then, I get dressed. Quickly made pancakes, and rushed to my car.

It was 9:55. Good thing it takes five minutes to get there. Just my luck. There’s traffic. I honk my car, and open the window. “What’s the hold up?” I yelled out the window. “There’s a car accident. Someone got badly injured.” Someone responded.

Noooo now is not the time! I was already on strike two with my boss. He’s not going to believe me. AHA! I’ll take a picture of the traffic and the accident once I’m close enough. He’ll believe me if I have proof, right?

I record everything, and eventually, the traffic clears. It was 10:10. I was ten minutes late. This was bad. Really bad. I quickly get to work, and I sprint up the building to the 100th floor.

It was 10:20. I open the door. “Boss, I am so sorry there was TERRIBLE traffic. There was a car accident, and someone got badly injured.” I say panting.

I show him the video. Luckily he believes me, and tells me to sit down. The meeting was so boring. It has been 30 minutes. I’m just in another world zoning out, and then I remember.

“HOLY SHIT I LEFT MY STOVE ON!” I yelled accidentally. Everyone turned, and stared at me. “First, you come in late. Now, you want to find an excuse to get out? Really, Mr. Oliver?” Says my boss.

“No I really left the stove on and-“ I try to explain, but my boss said, “No need to explain anything. You’re fired.” “But-“ I try to defend myself. “No buts you’re fired.” Says the boss firmly.

I go to my car, and drive home quickly to turn the stove off. I am too late. My house has been reduced to ashes…