[ WP ] The universe conspires to make you late for work everyday . Your boss gives you one last chance . This time you 're ready ...

First time, I know there are typos and grammatical errors. 
 
 It seems like nothing I do changes the fact that I am late to work every morning. Some days it just seems like the universe has a grudge that it needs to satisfy at the expense of my life. 
 
 Today was the last straw for my boss and things have to change. I clocked in at 8:24 like the past 90 days only to get chewed out by my red-faced boss in the cubical corral. If I'm late tomorrow, I'm finished. 
 
 Normally this would n't bother me because I find jobs pretty quickly. This time it's different, I actually like this job. Up until 3 months ago, I was the model employee. 
 
 Always early and completing projects on time; I even was employee of the month, once. But that all changed 3 months ago. No matter what i do, I always clock in at 8:24. At first, I did n't notice the consistency, but after a few weeks it became unnerving. Every day, 8:24 on the dot.Why? One day I even tried to wait until 8:25 but it turns out the clock was wrong that day and was a minute ahead. 
 
 Car wrecks, dead batteries, lost keys, and zebras! It seems like everyday its one ridiculous reason after another. But tomorrow? Tomorrow has to be different. Tomorrow I have to be on time, not only on time but 15 minutes early. 
 
 Some how I have to figure out how to be 39 minutes early when nothing has worked up to this point. I have been trying to figure out why 8:24? The answer, however elusive, must exist. It must and now I have only 23 hours to figure it out. 
 
 By 5 pm it was settled, tonight I would sleep at the office. It was fool proof, you ca n't be late if you never left. I would order some food and crash on one of the comfy couches scattered around the office. What's the worst that could happen, I am woken up by my coworkers or boss? 
 
 I ordered a pizza and set up for the night. 
 
 Bring on the night! Pizza arrives, Netflix rolling and I kick back to revel in my genius. 
 
 Its almost midnight when I start to feel funny. A wave of euphoria rolls over my body like a cool tide and I begin laughing at my hands and fingers. What's going on; what's happening? 
 
 I look into the closest mirror and stagger backwards at what appears within its frame. Another world, a waterfall? I blink and it's gone. I stumble to the break room to get a cup of coffee when I notice a door I have never seen before. My body goes cold as I stop, entranced at the number on the door. 
 
 824. 
 
 What the fuck? I've never seen this door before and why is the number 824? At first I assume its a hallucination just like the mirror. I reach my hand out to try to open the door. It's real, how could this be, ther has never been a door here let alone room 824. 
 
 I open the door slowly as this surely can not be a coincidence. 824, the same time I clock in every morning. I open the door slowly only to find that I am staring into the same strange land that I observed in the mirror. This time I could feel it. The cold metal feeling, the sharp edges, and a trickle of a waterfall. Before I could understand my surroundings I realized the door was gone. I was stranded in this strange land with no means to escape. 
 
 What could go wrong? How could I have been so foolish? 
 
 At that moment I notice a large white cat grooming itself on a rock just a few feet away. I attempt to pet the feline when it tears away causing rocks to fly and tumble down an adjacent slope. I began to pursue when I began to feel dizzy. 
 
 The dizziness came on quickly followed by intense drowsiness. I found a comfortable place to sit near the waterfall and fell asleep. 
 
 I'm awoken by a scream followed by murmuring. `` What's he doing'', `` this is weird, should we call an ambulance'', he looks sick'' 
 
 I open my eyes to find my coworkers staring me down and I tried to stand up. At this point I realize I'm stuck in the janitors mop bucket and ask what's going on. 
 They tell me that someone broke in and ransacked the office and thrown pizza at the walls. 
 
 At this point it becomes clear that I was not in another dimension, there was no white cat, and the mushrooms on that pizza really were special. 
 
 I struggle, but stand and remove myself from the janitors bucket. I let out a deep yawn as I rub my eyes and ask what time it is. 
 
 Furiously from behind my coworkers I hear my boss's voice `` 8:24 and you're fired'' 
 
 
 
 

