It was a chilling night in the bedroom of a young and sleepless girl. Everything within her shook with an uneasiness which every second convinced her more so that something was wrong. Careful consideration and countless minutes of pouring over the nights' events led her to the only possible conclusion: it was the chili.
Ohhhhhhhh the chili. This girl was never made for chili in the first place. And now her body was telling her exactly what it felt about her consumption thereof.
You have probably guessed it already- but yes, I did in fact stay up the wee hours of the morning having all kinds of stomach issues [the details of which I will spare you- I should be the only one traumatized in this story]!
But here is where the major downfall of the story takes place. Trying to be a decent employee, I wisely chose to call my boss and inform her that I would be an hour or two late coming in. This would all have been swell, were it not for the fact that I have her cell phone number.
It's funny how 4:15 in the morning can have such a debilitating effect on one's mind. Rather than dialing my work number, and skillfully wandering my way through the automated dialing system to find her name, my only thought was: "I need to call [boss' name]...", and so.... that is what I did! I scrolled right through my contacts, and proudly pressed s'end' when I got to her name. ... in my cell phone... mind you... it's 4:15 in the morning.
Now luckily, it only took a couple... (few?) rings before my more sensible self piped up with "What are you doing?!?!?!" resulting in the quickest hang-up possible.
My only hope is that I did not wake her!... or her husband... or her two small children...
Disaster. :)
