Its... not... Saturday?

As soon as I can stop hitting myself for this, I'll expand the post...

*ok*

Well...
6:00am-
So Thursday morning I am awoken around 6am by my cat Bro pawing at my face. Apparently he wanted some attention, or the ability to lay on my ass (I don't know why but he likes to sleep there when I'm sleeping on my stomach). This pawing happens to bring me out of a rather vivid dream wherein it was Friday night. Happening Friday night. SO, when Bro wakes me, I am thoroughly convinced that it is Saturday and promptly turn my alarm of so it doesn't wake me up in an hour.

11:45am-
My cell phone rings. It's almost noon, I might as well get up.
The number is from work. Odd, rarely a call at noon on a Saturday...
Odd, my office manager NEVER works Saturdays...
*Groggily* "Hey, what's up? You aren't normally in the office on Saturdays."
*Stern Voice* "Jason, its [boss]. Its Thursday and 10 til 12."
"Oh... Shit..."
"This cannot happen again. Consider this your warning."
"I can be in by.. 1?"
"I'll see you when you get here. And if this happens again, your fired."

1:10pm-
Run to office. Avoid boss all day. Want to shoot self for being idiot.

I not only could have but would have SWORN it was Saturday.

OY.