Cotton Clouds Island

I was late to work.

As usual, I am always late to work at least once a week. I know, I admit. Sometimes I am quite remorseful. But habits are hard to break.

Today I was damm late to work, so had expected my manager to grill me this time. Bingo~ she did, although she told me off in a well-mannered way. I felt so awful. I really felt like crawling up behind her and roll in a ball n stay stagnant there for as long as I can. I know I am wrong. I wanted to apologise but because my lateness is a recurring issue all this while, I guess my apology is worthless.

So I kept quiet and look as apologetic as I could. So memalukan.

If I come in late again the next day… I think I deserve a slap on my face. No doubt.