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"Time Management"

Time is something that is far too easy to take for granted. You might find yourself watching a movie and before you know it a week has gone by. Others aren't quite that lucky. Some waste their time while others wish they could do so much over again. And some never get the opportunity to even think about the time they've wasted.

Time travel is something that has been around for years, and I'm planning un using it to have myself an off day. Now I know how ridiculous this sounds, using time travel to procrastinate and have a lazy day. If I wasn't suffering from ADHD and feeling too distracted to work, I'd absolutely go in today. But I guess today's work is going to be for tomorrow's me.
I grabbed my phone and call my boss. I asked him if it was okay to have tomorrow off so I could use it to work today. He sighed and said it was fine. I hated calling in like that, and I knew he did is well. I just wanted to make sure tomorrow was clear so that today could be covered.
I dreaded the idea of wasting a day to go back and relive another day. I also wasn't a fan of the fact that my time machine was one of the unlucky few to not get the 'Anti-Paradox' update. What it's supposed to do is, if you find yourself in a situation where a paradox could happen, it'll zap you to an alternative timeline closest to the one you are in. There's memes about it that you could get zapped somewhere where they actually made a fourth Spider-Man movie.
Slumping down on the couch, I opened my phone and played a card game with some random people online while I had my television on to some documentary in the background. I reached for another handful of chips as I took my turns in the game.

I rubbed my eyes and sat up in bed, shutting my alarm off. It was time for me to time jump to yesterday and work my shift. I took a shower and changed into my uniform. I grabbed my time machine and punched in the date and time and everything went white.
Of course, that blinding white light only lasted a moment. I was standing before my empty bed that I had left sloppy from yesterday.
I made my way to the living room and grabbed my keys, stepping past me, who was on the couch and staring down at his phone. I sighed and went outside, got in the car, and headed for work.
When I finally got there, my boss greeted me.
"Did you have a good day off?" he seemed a little upset when he spoke.
I nodded and grabbed my apron. I stepped back to the kitchen and got ready for a busy day at work.

When the work day had finally reached its end, I had done so much running around the kitchen that it felt like my feet were blistering. I went out to the car and headed home. I grabbed something to eat before I got there. I needed some coffee.
After I got my food, I was nearly home. I found myself nearing an intersection. I had my coffee in my hand when I noticed there was nobody nearby. I somehow spilled the coffee on my lap, causing me to look away from the road for a few seconds. My head jolted up to a heavy THUMP. I slammed on my breaks and got out of the car. I stared down at the body on the ground, laying in a pool of their own blood. I took one look at their face and nearly fainted. It was myself.
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