From the moment I woke up I had a feeling that it would be a good day. I woke up tired and listless…wanting to go back to sleep for just another 30 minutes (or 3 hours) even though I had gotten a good night’s sleep. Well…I slept. It’s hard to say whether or not it was actually “good” sleep, though. I usually have a few bad evenings after a great weekend with Sunshine, so maybe my sleep isn’t as sound as I think it is.
Then I got to work and immediately was hit with emails and instant messages. I mean, I barely sat down when I got a phone call asking me to immediately recollect an issue that was sent to me via email one week ago. C’mon people…I have 10-20 items on my agenda every single day from all parts of the organization I work for…you really think I’m going to remember an email from a week ago just because you called me?
It was one issue after another…non-stop. People who would normally get a pleasant “I’ll get that done later today” response were getting “it’ll be tomorrow or Friday” instead. And what made it worse was that my answer wasn’t good enough. Their insignificant issues (in my world, anyway) somehow needed to take preference over MUCH more important situations taking place.
Then…near the end of the day…to top it all off…a conference call with multiple influential managers from around the U.S. somehow didn’t have the correct passcode. The worst part was that I was the one who set-up the conference call!
I was scrambling to find out if I had entered the wrong information. Then I couldn’t find the email confirming the conference call had been created. Then I started getting emails. Then I started getting instant messages. Then my phone started to ring. I began to have a panic attack.
Ten minutes after the call was to have begun, I got a message from one of the managers saying that I could use her passcode and to re-send the meeting info to everybody. I did. NOT THIRTY SECONDS LATER, she told me to not send out the invite because somebody else had set-up a new call and the managers were using it.
I felt like the biggest f*ck-up on the planet.
So I just stopped. I shut down. I almost walked out of the building just to clear my head. Instead, I just sat there and stared at my computer screen for a few minutes. The culmination of everything on this particular day had finally caught up to me.
Then I got a phone call at 5:20pm…ten minutes before I was to head out to pick up my son for the night. Sure enough, the call lasted 25 minutes and I was late to pick him up.
I tried to be positive…I really did. I tried to not let the day get to me and to instead seize the day. It just wasn’t mean to be, I guess.
Today will be different, though. Today will see me not only conquer obstacles but succeed in having a great day from beginning to end. I refuse to let the incidents of yesterday dictate how my life will go today.
I had a bad day again. We all do. It’s what we do the next day that helps to define us.