Dear Boss,

Everso sorry I was a little late for work yesterday. Not that you ever notice . . . and certainly not that I’m complaining that you never notice. I mean, you wouldn’t believe some of the places I’ve worked where if I walked in 10 minutes late they acted like the entire organisation was going to collapse, even though they were pefectly aware that I was going to crank-out 8 hours of work in 4.25 hours and twiddle my thumbs for the rest of the day. The thing is, I had to stop by my leasing office. No, they were not particularly busy, but a certain amount of social intercourse is only to be expected. Actually, before I could go to the leasing office I had to drive roughly ten miles to the witches lair compounding pharmacy that concocts the medicines for two of my “special needs” kats. Fortunately, there was nobody else in line so they processed my purchase instantly and thus I was not in the least bit delayed by that errand. On the way there, however, I had to actually drive past the street where the pharmacy is located in order to reach a warehouse store where I could buy two large containers of biscuits [that’s “cookies” to you North Americans]. I then drove to the pharmacy where, as aforementioned, they promptly took care of my order. As it happens, I have a not-so-secret huge crush on my vet and he loves the cookies [and I don’t just mean the sugar-laden variety]. By pure coincidence, my vet’s clinic happens to be located mere blocks away from the pharmacy and thus I took practical advantage of this locational convenience to drop-off one of the boxes of goodies. Having accomplished these all-important tasks, I then drove the ten or so miles back to my apartment building and delivered the second container of sugary-goodness to the ladies in my leasing office. Then just as I was walking back to my apartment to actually get ready for work, I ran into our postman and, naturally, I had to check to see if he had a package for me . . . if you know what I mean. So, as you can see, a pre-work stop at the leasing office is not always as fast or straightforward as one might assume.

Yours faithfully [or at least until I find a new job],
DK

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