Bring on Monday. Please?

we are not amused.

So, last Friday, started out with my card being declined when I tried to pick up coffee on my way into work. I gratefully accepted the sympathy latte from the kind folks at Bean Street.

(Do me a favor? If you’re in the vicinity of Highlander Point in Floyds Knobs, stop by and send some business their way. They are consistently sweet and funny gals.)

Got to work and discovered that the coffee bean grinder was broken.

Took three tries to post a blog a coworker had written on the company blog. The formatting just. wouldn’t. take. Finally, when I called a developer over, it worked perfectly while he stood over my shoulder.

Tried to post photos to a client website. Couldn’t get the photo uploader to work. Guess what? Worked perfectly for the developer.

Tried  to research Facebook ads for a client. Got kicked out of Facebook by error messages five times and finally gave up.

Tried to run the office dishwasher. Apparently used the wrong detergent, and ended up with an I Love Lucy episode in the kitchen. Soap suds coated the floor.

There were a few other things that happened, but lets just say that I was grateful when the day finally ended.

As upsetting as the gremlin attacks were, I think I felt worse about how I handled it all. Which is to say, not well. I got short with a coworker. I pretty much completely failed to be grateful for the free latte, or the fact that I didn’t break the grinder (or the blog, or the photo uploader, or the dishwasher…) or that all the disasters that followed me all day were things I could easily clean up.

Things at least did get a little better when I told a boss and my husband what was going on. So at least, they understood why I was acting like a complete basket case. I still felt bad for letting one bad day turn me into a basket case, though. It’s weird. During a genuine emergency, I’m awesome. It’s these little stupid hiccups that break me down completely.

What about you?  Have you had a day where everything you touch falls apart? How did you handle it?

Did others show you grace? Did you let them know what was going on so they could?


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    I don’t know anyone who handles such times with grace. I certainly don’t. Just like you, the big stuff I handle like I’m some sort of military operation. The little stuff? Nope. I’m not good at it at all. Wish I was.


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    I’m good with the little stuff, I feel like I have the whole ‘perspective’ thing in control. Big stuff can be traumatizing, but little things are funny. That said, I don’t know your details. My card was rejected a while back, and as I flushed, I realized I hadn’t activated it. I was rushing around on Saturday morning trying to get a 5 year old and a 3 year old to the first soccer practice in our new town, and I forgot her shin guard and water. Both made her cry until I promised her the moon and the stars and some chocolate from Switzerland. Most days, it all works out. The alternative is, well, never clear, but ever as bad as we make it out to be.

  3. Kat French

    Robyn – I can totally see you as the “great in a crisis” person. It’s like some part of your brain fires up.

    Matt – LOVE the index card. And the fact that your daughter demands Swiss chocolate in exchange for emotional trauma. 🙂

  4. Kat French

    I’m pretty sure that video is a reenactment of at least one holiday here at the Grey Cottage, Charles.

    And yeah–it’s that ONE. LAST. STRAW. that gets ya, isn’t it? And my last straw on Monday was something really dumb, and I ended up getting short with someone and feeling really bad about it. 🙁

    In the words of Joe Fox, “When you finally have the pleasure of saying what you mean to say when you mean to say it, remorse inevitably follows”


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