I get up at 4 AM.
I leave the house and arrive at the bus stop. The bus for 5:14 doesn't arrive. Instead, a bus arrives a minute later, except it's the next one (only I don't know this) and the surly driver just tells me to get in and 'enjoy the free ride'. He wouldn't answer if his bus was the 5:14 one
No longer than one minute later, the bus that was supposed to be there at 5:14, drives right on by. I try to run out of the bus I'm in, but it's too late. That bus already turned the corner of the intersection, and left.
Only then does this driver tell me his is the next one.
And of course, everyone else who's waiting for that 5:14 bus at other stops - they'll get to the train station on time and catch their train. Only I will miss it.
And the best parts of this story -
1. I am still sitting on this next bus, and it hasn't even left yet.
2. The day of flubbing things up at work, hasn't started yet.
Why am I capturing all of this - is it to whine or complain or be a martyr or gain sympathy?
No. It's none of those things.
It's a reminder that my life is a set of choices, and ultimately it's me that's responsible and accountable for both that, and the consequences.  The best one can do is understand, learn from it, hope one survives, and get on with the day at hand.