Fuck working on Sundays

My shift started at 10:00 AM and I woke up at 10:08 AM, so once I saw the time I was immediately induced into a state of panic while being half-asleep.

I grab the first pair of clothes I could find and rush to the shower, and at this time I receive a phone call from my boss (about 2 minutes after I wake up). Me knowing that he's going to be asking where I am at, I don't pick up so I can have time to formulate a good excuse.

I just rush through everything. I take a quick 2 minute shower, and leave right after. Stopped by Dunkin' Donuts and swallowed a chicken bacon sandwich, even stopped by a local Walmart to buy some deodorant so I don't smell like a dead animal after I do physical work.

I pull up in front of my job still thinking about what I'm going to say, but then I noticed his car is not there. So I give him a call.. He picks up, and tells me to stay home because he was getting some bad allergy reactions to pollen.

.. well. At least I didn't have to lie to him about why I was late.

TL;DR: Woke up late for work, could've gone back to sleep and avoid a stomach ache, and a trip to Walmart if I had just picked up the phone

Last. Time. I. Accept. Sunday. Shifts.