Explosion Exercise

     It's Monday morning, and my blaring alarm clock has been off for 30 minutes now. Luckily the sun was shining through my cheap blinds. I scrambled out of bed just to find all my work clothes in the hamper. Maybe a good breakfast will make up for this crappy morning. I scurried to the fridge to find nothing of my interest. Frustrated, I left my house with unbrushed hair and dirty clothes and went on my way to work, hoping to make it on time. Instead, I sat bumper to bumper on the road. I didn’t even have breakfast to occupy me during this slow ride. Finally it cleared up. I sped up, still optimistic that my boss wouldn’t be too angry. I was almost there and some jerk flew by me cutting me off. I swerved into oncoming traffic and my heart was racing, but I made it out alive. Arriving at work, late of course, I sprinted to my desk only to find the dreaded note from my boss. I went to her office as she requested, and stood there panting like a dog as she handed me an envelope and said thank you for my services. I had no energy to cry or even react. I immediately left and returned to my car to go home. The drive home was much quicker, giving me no time to think about what just happened. It wasn't until I didn’t have to set my alarm for the next morning that I realized that I am now unemployed.