I had a bit of a day today. The snow was deeper than I expected, and it was wet and heavy so I had to keep my snowblower chute straight and spray it with canola oil. I also had to go at its lowest speed. At one point the snowblower seemed to have decided that it doesn't do self-propelled anymore, but it relented. So I didn't have as much time as I'd expected to shower and dress (I wore my snowmobile suit over my jammies to do the snow).
Still I might have made it to work on time, but I dropped my garage door opener through the basement stairs into the Christmas stuff. I couldn't find it, but I remembered my spare. The spare didn't work, so I pulled the wreathes out and looked under the stairs some more. No luck, so I shovelled to the side door of the garage, but I couldn't open that, because I don't keep the key on my keyring because I never use that door. But I do have that key right inside the back door of the house.
I clocked in 51 minutes late, so you'd think the rest of the shift would have gone quickly, but it didn't.