Attack of the Alarms.... (O.o) fml...

So yesterday after my first day of kindy (and dealing with kids who are going through the "terrible two's," extreme separation anxiety, or have a habit of going off into adorable dazes as they stare off at the light in the ceiling - for three hours) I thought to myself, "I am going to take a one hour power nap so I'll be ready for my evening class at 7."

Frankly, after what happened yesterday I think I will be too terrified to take a nap for a good two weeks... We'll see, my body may, uh, veto my terror over an afternoon nap before that. But still. Horrifying. That's what describes the calamity that was last night...

I have 3 alarms on my cell. They always work. Yesterday morning I set two - one to wake up for kindy and another to let me know that it was almost time to head downstairs to meet the others. They both worked. Yesterday I laid down at 3:30 and set the 2nd alarm for "4:30 p.m. daily" with the volume set at the absolute highest possible. I fell fast asleep.

And woke up in the dark and found myself extremely disoriented. "Oh it's nighttime," I thought, "But wait, I don't remember my second class...Wasn't I supposed to have a second class today?" *BING* Horrified, I realize that it's LATE and I reach for my phone with my heart about to beat out of my chest and see the time glowing in the dark, "6:42 pm". My class starts at 7. I'm supposed to clock in by 6:40. I have never got dressed and out the door so fast in my life. I called Dellie frantically whilst running down the street dodging vehicles of various sizes as I tried to nab a cab. The first cab I found, I thought was empty but when I yanked the door open there was a women inside. The next cab, no one (I checked) but he waved me away - apparently he was waiting for someone. So I run, scrambling down the sidewalk with my backpack slamming into me, tripping on the uneven, pitted concrete and finally manage to hail an empty/available taxi and gasp out a "To HESS! Please hurry!" in Chinese.

I am sure that the people in those first two taxis were wondering why in the world a rabid, panting foreigner was running around grabbing madly at taxi doors.... *O.o shaaaaaaaaame~

I made it through the door by 6:54.

I was so horrified and upset that my alarm hadn't worked. I am unbelievably grateful (and amazed really) that I even WOKE up! I was so tired when I woke up I almost rolled over thinking it was nighttime and that I needed to go back to sleep. Thank goodness my little brain started running as soon as my eyes opened. Fortunately everything turned out ok and everyone was very nice about it. I was so upset/worried about though, that I left the branch after work and immediately went out and bought, not one, but TWO loud, bedside table alarm clocks.

Needless to say, all THREE alarm clocks got set for this morning! Ha!

I also set the 2nd alarm on my cell again for this morning, and again, it never went off. So. Epic fail Mr. Cellphone. Epic fail!

This morning though, I went to meet Laurel and Dellie to go to kindy on the scooters when we got a call from Dellie 5 minutes after the arranged meeting time.

Her alarm hadn't worked.
Laurel then laughinly told me that her alarm hadn't worked either and she'd woked up at 7:30 and had to rush around to get downstairs by 7:45.

So the moral of the story? The alarms are on strike so watch out — you could be next! :D