Twisted

Say hello to laziness and time

A/N: I wanted it to be longer than this but am so busy and just decided to upload this. ENJOY!!!

CHAPTER FOUR

I stretched my body as I woke up groggily. What a nice long sleep, I thought to myself. Wait! Backtrack, it seems I thought wrong. Did I just think ‘nice long sleep’? Oh yes I did! Am almost late!

I jumped out of bed and scurried into the bathroom, got out of my nightwear and jumped into the shower. I turned the shower unto hot and scrubbed myself hurriedly. I dint bother with shampooing my hair.  Since it’s already wet, I just lathered my hand with my bathing gel and ran the hand through the hair. It’s clean at least.

I turned the knob off and jumped out off the shower. Took two unbelievably long strides out of the bathroom and power towelled myself dry. I decided to wait till I get to the office before I moisten my body with the body cream.

I rummaged through my suitcase for my clothes as I haven’t gotten round to arranging them here into the wardrobe due to old fashioned laziness. Laziness had been the cause of lots of things and it would still continue like that. I just don’t know why laziness doesn’t get off its butt and start working.

Shaking my head for laziness, I grabbed my key ring and headed out the door. I didn’t use makeup as I am not a big fan of it but I do it occasionally. Who would have thought that I could do all these within twenty minutes, considering that I take fifteen minutes just for bathing, ten for drying off, ten for moisturising, fifteen for dressing and another ten to twenty minutes for other things I might come up with, making a total of sixty minutes to seventy minutes under normal circumstances?

Yes, I take an hour or more to get ready whenever I am going out. And no, I am not tall or big, am just a little bit above the average height for women. You wonder why I take such a long time? Well, so do I, I still don’t know why so to guide against being late, I wake up two hours before the time and most times, this does not entail breakfast.

Breakfast; the most important meal of the day, or so I’ve heard. If your opinions differ please let me know so that I would be able to use it as an argument against my folks when they are giving me grieve. Despite the way I sound, am not anorexic. I love food, it’s just this culprit laziness and the other culprit who I would mention a lot; time, that are responsible for me not preparing the food.

I made sure that I found out where the nearest drive through is on the way to my office the first day I got here. This was where I quickly packed while sending up a prayer to God for making me the only person there. Quickly placed my orders and got it in less than five minutes, am on a roll!

Driving like a maniac, I got to my office in record time, packed in my spot, took out my half munched doughnut and my cup of cappuccino. I then leaned in again to take out my briefcase and it hits me like a tidal wave (just as Miley Cyrus was hit in her song, ‘who owns my heart’); I didn’t bring my briefcase along!

See, it isn’t advisable to over sleep and have to rush out in the morning. You tend to forget something or things and mostly vital. Oh well! Seems I wouldn’t work on those files today then, they aren’t urgent by the way, just decided to take them home and work on them over the weekend. I didn’t work o them due to the two culprits you know already; laziness and time.

The elevator opened on the fifth floor and I stepped out into the lobby right in front of my supervisor.

'You late again?'

'Me?' I asked looking around.

'Yes. You.'

‘No. What gives you that idea?'