There is a good reason why I don´t teach in the mornings. Mainly, it´s because I am irresponsible about things I don´t really care too much about. I don´t like getting up early and don´t trust myself to do so on a consistent basis. As a result of me avoiding morning classes like Dick Cheney avoids microwaves (if he doesn´t have a pacemaker, I guess the joke doesn´t work), I think I had one of the better schedules out of all English teachers in Madrid. I have never taught a class that started earlier than 2pm. Now, that ain´t bad.

So, can someone please tell me what the hell I was thinking when I agreed to take a class yesterday (Saturday morning) for 4 hours? I agreed to cover a class for one of my schools from 10am to 2pm and I still can´t believe I did so. To make matters worse, when I got home on Friday afternoon, I remembered it was my roommate John´s last night out in Madrid. After I told them I agreed to teach this class (1 on 1), they started laughing at me. Then I laughed at myself.

To make a long story short, we went out. I have no idea what time we got in, partially because I slept at a friends house. The room I slept in had no windows. Considering it was around 6am when we stumbled in, me drunk as a skunk, you can probably imagine where this story is going. I awoke slightly disoriented and with my phone vibrating on the floor across the room. I stumble over to it, see 4 missed calls, all from my school. I think to myself, "what the hell do they want on a Saturday monring?" Then I look at the clock...1:15pm...ok, on a Saturday afternoon...oh shit, I was supposed to teach today. Oh well, got back in bed and rolled over.

Now, once in my past, I told a lie to my employer (my first real job) and it came back to haunt me a bit. Most of you know the story. So, should I craft another lie or tell the truth? Problem being they still owe me money which I need. I think I´m going with the truth, mainly because I don´t care enough to make something up...