Just another gray, rainy, miserable Monday morning. Woke up well after my alarm clock had buzzed and danced in an attempt to lull me out of sweet slumber.

I don't think I even need to mention the issue of traffic. You've all heard it before, and I would only be repeating myself.

The saving grace was the Chik-Fil-A drive-thru close to the office. For the first time in a long time I was greeted by professional and courteous minimum wage slaves that actually seemed to enjoy their jobs. Quite a refreshing moment. And they make one of the biggest sausage biscuits I think I've ever had. It most definitely qualifies as a "big ass" biscuit.

Now due to the fact that I was behind schedule this roughly translates to “showing up late for work”.

But it also reminds me of the age-old question: “If a tree falls in the forest and no one is around to hear it, does it make a sound”?

If an employee shows up late to work, and there are no managers around to witness the time violation, did it really happen?
Of course it happened!
But your boss doesn’t know, and what he doesn’t know, in this case, won’t kill him. And, I still get to leave at my regularly scheduled time.
Everybody wins.
Well, not everybody, but definitely me.

I’m fortunate in the fact that I do not have to “punch-in” on a time clock.  ¶ 7:28 AM