I was always late for work. We’ll call me Tardy because that’s frankly more palatable.
At worst, I was two hours late for work at the shop. I was meant to be opening up. The shop is less than half a mile from my house. I have no excuse. I’m just not built for mornings. And they don’t make alarm clocks loud enough. Okay, I have excuses.
The best way I know to get off to sleep, is to tell myself I have to be at work in twenty minutes. It still works. I’m out like a light.