I am here at work on a Saturday.
I've been trying to figure out why it's so important that I'm here, hacking away at paperwork, when I could be at home sleeping and otherwise not causing my family stress because I am fighting the Universe.
The Universe disabled my truck last Saturday. It did not want to start. I had to call my dear boyfriend to come pick me up from the shopping center I was at and take me to work at 6:30 AM so that I could be on time for work at 7. He was not amused.