Late to the White House

Hoping and praying I wouldn’t get a ticket, my foot hit the accelerator all the way to the floorboard. The president of the United States didn’t appreciate his secretary’s being late. He simply gives us a time to arrive and expects us to be there. I was incredibly nervous that he would fire me because this is one of the most incredible jobs I’ve ever had and it made me feel sufficient. I decided to calm my nerves listening to my favorite classical CD. It was the president’s favorite too. Thinking of that reminded me that the president and I clicked very well and that gave me hope that he wouldn’t fire me. Everything was fine until I got to the tunnel. I take this route every day to work and the tunnel is always the worst part. I took a deep breath and kept a steady speed through the dim, loud, scary tunnel. My heart rate finally returning back to normal speed once I saw daylight again, I looked at the clock. 8:45. I had fifteen minutes to be there and I only had a ten-minute drive left. Knowing that helped me feel much more relaxed. Finally, I arrived at the White House. I parked proudly in the workers area and walked inside. My mouth dropped when I saw that the huge clock in the lobby at the White House said 9:45. I was late. How could this be? The security guard saw me standing in confusion and informed me that time went up an hour. I can’t believe I forgot to change my clocks..