God wants me to keep my job

Last Wednesday I woke up late. Very late. This is unusual for me. For Tiffanie its like breathing air, but for me it rarely occurs. I woke to the sound of my phone ringing- the caller was my co-worker wondering where the crap I was. I looked at the clock and my shift had already started a half hour before. I rushed to get ready and was to work about an hour late. (You need to realize that this has NEVER happened in the 3 and a half years that I have worked here- I usually have a very punctual internal clock). I arrived to work and everything was fine. No big deal being late. My co-worker, however, had a fun little tidbit to tell me. Apparently the one person on earth that I have an eternal vendetta against called. This man is deplorable. If I were in a room with him, a baseball bat, and EFY music, he would have the same fate of the pedophile. There is a long story behind him, but I will put it shortly: he was very, very rude to my wife and she wouldn't let me do anything about it. I still want to kick his trash, but we have tried to just forget he exists. Anywho, he called in at about 7:30 a.m., when I would have been there if I had not been late, to discuss some security issues that he was having. I would have been the recipient of that call. It really makes me wonder what would have happened. Would I have chewed him out? Been rude to him? I don't know. Truthfully I doubt that I would have been straight out rude to him... I probably would have put him on hold for an hour or so while I blogged and then said "oh, sorry, its really busy, continue holding". I'm not sure. What I am sure of is that God cares about me having a job. I think that he made me sleep in as to not be recorded being rude to that man. I am thankful for that. Although it would have been sweet to stick it to that fart face.