late to work 30th of first seed, 2019

It is Saturday morning. I am riding in the car with my roomate driving. I am wearing a black and white crop top and striped harem pants. We arrive at a Santa Fe style house. It is my mother's house. She tells us to come inside, where she runs a Tex Mex restaurant. My roommate remarks that we are going to a hockey game but we are skipping the opening ceremony. I check my watch and see that it is 12:45pm. I panic and realize I was supposed to be at work at 8am that morning. I call my boss and apologize and ask her if I am fired. She says she needs to check my demerits to see if I am and to call the Employee Resource Center. I call the ERC and ask them if they know if I am fired. They tell me they can't tell and that I need to call my boss. When I tell them I already called her and she told me to call them, the phone operater abruptly hangs up on me. I tell my roommate I should go to work anyway, but that I can't go with this outfit on, especially without a bra. He asks me what I think we should do. I tell him to take me to Target so I can buy an outfit. He sighs and says that's ok, and we bid my mother farewell.