Late for work

Eating breakfast, which is just a piece of bread, I see the clock is showing that I am already late for work. I jump up to get ready, but I realize I am still in my pagamas. Every time I try to get out the door, something else happens that prevents me from leaving. I finally get to the door, but when I try to open it, the door handle falls off and I can't open it. When I try to find another exist I find myself lost in someone else's house.