mousme | In which Phnee fails at being punctual

So I got up on time today, showered, packed my lunch and smugly took the bus twenty minutes earlier than I had to. I patted myself on the back for being early to work, and calmly stopped at Tim Horton's for a coffee on the way in. I stepped into work, cheerfully said "good morning" to everyone (a long-running joke of mine when I'm working nights), only to be met by confused stares.

"Is everything okay?" asked one coworker.

"I thought that maybe you didn't want to work with me anymore," my partner joked.

I stared at them, wondering what the hell was going on, until my partner pointed at the clock, and I saw that it was 19:00 instead of 18:00 the way I thought. I was flummoxed.

I fell over myself apologising, and they all took it with good humour. Everyone has a day when they have the dumb, and I wasn't actually *late*. The shift officially starts at 19:00, although we always try to get here half an hour early so everyone can go home early. Still, it was embarrassing, and I'm a little perplexed about where that missing hour went.

In any case, for a moment there I was made of fail.