That was my immediate thought upon waking up. I basically got thrown into a frenzy of lack of sleep. I didn't go to bed until after 6 am. Guess what I was doing. Watching Garden State. Then maybe someone came over. Or maybe not. Anyway I cried just a little at how appropriate the movie was and then we made out.
So 10 am rolls around and I'm still in bed. I throw off the covers and start doing things like brushing teeth while peeing. I run out the door with one shoe on trying to light a cigarette. I get to work and see Alec who should not have been there if I was to be there. I look and stare in confusion. They tell me that Christi's shift doesn't begin until 11. Fuck. So I'm getting ready to leave when a woman tells my boss that his blinker has been on for quite a while. Seeing that he was busy, I volunteer to go turn it off. So he tells me the code to get into his car and I set off to do a civic duty. I get to the car and try to punch in the numbers. Some big guy walks up behind me and asks me what I'm doing. I tell him that I am trying to turn off the blinker. And I disregard him. He asks me again what I'm doing in his big gruff bearded voice. I repeat my story adding details about how my boss left his blinker on and how I'm turning it off. All this time, the code that he gave me was not working. I didn't know how to work it anyway. It eventually dawned on me that this was not my bosses car. This as the man tells me that this is not my boss's car. The big man suddenly became scary because he thought that I was trying to break into his car. I don't remember what I did but the man thought that I was really scared because as I ran, I could hear his conversation to his friend. That was scary.
Lesson learned today: Booty calls should happen with enough time to allow 6 hours of sleep. Damn did that throw my entire day off.