I. HATE. My life right now. I have to do a first aid training for work. For some reason the only training offered to me right now is in another city almost 2 hours commuting away from me, and starts in the very early morning. In order to get there in time with a window of error i need to get up at least 3 hours before the course starts and an hour before I have to leave.
I got home and took a nap after a hard days work and excessive commuting. I slept through my alarm and woke up to see it was apparently almost 20 minutes past the training start time. I don't know what to do because of how we were told there would be no grace for even 5 minutes late arrival, and there's no way I can make it there in less than 2 hours because I'm not even dressed yet.
Cut to me calling my friends crying and hoping they can help me calm down while I'm trying to figure out how to fix my fuck up and calm down enough to call my bosses.
...only it be told it's still Monday, evening on the first day of training. Now that we're in summer the lighting at this time of night also matches the lighting we're expecting for this time tomorrow morning with the rainy weather that's expected.
All that adrenaline for nothing. I feel like garbage now because i was rushing to get up and dressed and aggravated my P.O.T.S.