Do you guys ever have things happen during the day that make you think, “I’m going to blog about this tonight!”
Today was one of those days for me. Let me tell, I have had A DAY.
This post was originally going to be a humor piece. And there will still be some humor in the story below. But given the turn of events that the day took, I decided to make this a slightly more serious post.
Without further ado … my day of being reminded to keep things in perspective.
Today (Thursday) started off innocently enough. My alarm buzzed me awake at 4:30, and I got up to go on a run and do my daily workout. Milling through my closet after my post-run shower, I decided to wear crisp white jeans. It’s not spring yet, but I just love wearing white denim!
Even though my new workplace has no dress code, I decided to dress up my white denim with my nicest and favorite blazer.
Little did I know I was dooming myself already.
As a diligent employee who knew she had a big deadline to meet today, I showed up to work early to get a head start on the project that was due to EOB today.
And then, around 7:45 AM is when things took a turn for the worse. Somehow in my hasty pecking away at the keyboard, I elbowed my Yeti full of piping hot black coffee. Said coffee proceeded to spill ALL down my nicest and favorite blazer and white jeans.
I *might* have uttered some choice four letter vocabulary out of shock.
Two separate coworkers graciously came up to me with paper towels and some of those Clorox bleach pens.
Praise be! I thought to myself. I’ll bleach the stains out before the rest of the office even arrives!
Not so much. One of the bleach pens I used is apparently not suitable for use whilst wearing the soiled garment. And I made the mistake of reading that after squeezing the tube a bit too hard and squirting milky white concentrated bleach ALL over my left leg and inner thigh.
So now my entire upper left leg was utterly SOAKED in a bizarre mixture of Sumatra coffee and Clorox bleach. Which, if you’ve ever worn wet denim, you’ll know is a quite unpleasant sensation. Not to mention that fact that, to my coworkers who were just arriving for the day and had missed the big spill, it looked as though I had utterly soiled myself.
Mind you it was still not even 8 o’clock at this point, so I had a LONG day of embarrassment and discomfort ahead of me. Around 10 o’clock, I realized that the toxic stench of bleach was really starting to make me ill (after all, the pen said not to use it while wearing the clothes), so I told my boss I’d need to run home to change lest I faint from bleach fumes.
So, I nipped out of the office thinking, it’s midday – I’ll get home in a flash with no traffic!
Again, not so much. This is, unfortunately, where the story turns from humorous to more serious. Because, as I was literally a few hundred meters from my house, all traffic was completely stopped due to a very serious accident. I am not sure if the victim survived, but there were multiple ambulances and police cars, so I fear the worst.
Sitting there, stuck in traffic and being frustrated that I needed to be at work getting this important project done, I suddenly forgot the noxious bleach fumes rising from my sticky, wet, stained jeans. Suddenly all I could think about was hoping that this person was OK, and that the ambulance would make it to the hospital with enough time to save them from whatever trauma had occurred.
The accident was so bad that it took probably hours to clear, because I had to turn around, hop back on the interstate to take the next exit up, then drive back down the long way to my house, only to find that it was still blocked off when I left home again after changing clothes. This was definitely no fender bender.
What’s interesting is that the whole coffee/bleach fiasco was mildly humorous to me even as it was happening, so it’s not as though I was in massive need of things being put into perspective at that point in the day.
However, once I got back to work, crunch time really kicked in for this project I was working on that was due by 5 o’clock today. You guys, I get stressed out really easily by deadlines, and this one was awful. Like it was literally such a tight deadline that I didn’t even feel comfortable wasting time to get up from my desk and use the restroom or get a drink of water.
All throughout the afternoon, my heart pounded faster and faster as my anxiety over the looming deadline rose. In the end, my team and I made it, but I do feel as though my perspective was off. There I was, treating this project as if it were the be-all-end-all of the world. As if someone’s life depended upon it. (Spoiler alert: no one’s life depended upon it).
So, as I drove home, exhaling for the first time all day, I tried to remind myself to put the project in perspective. Put this whole crazy day in perspective. That accident victim may have died (I don’t know), and I should count myself as lucky for even having a life where looming project deadlines and soiled denim are issues.
Tell me, how do you keep things in perspective when you’re having a crazy/bad day?
Until next time,