“You ever seem to have one of those days where everyone's on your case from your teacher all the way down to your best girlfriend?” Today was one of those days. So I don’t really have a coherent post for you tonight. Instead, this one is probably just for me; a day in the life, if you will.
The morning began a bit off-kilter. I slept longer than intended, and I was playing catch-up from the start. Our dog walk was not the gentle welcome to the day that they usually are, and instead was full of danger (street chicken) and conflict (kids on scooters just headed to school). The rushed morning led to a shorter-than-usual workout, my fastest shower in a good while, and a quick leave that meant I forgot to grab a few things off my home desk that I wanted to take with me to my work desk.
I scarfed down a breakfast while trying to read emails, before my first meeting, where, during introductions, I totally embarrassed myself by giving a broad sefl-intro to a product manager I already met, albeit about a year ago. Thankfully, he was gracious and we ended up having a productive collaboration for the next 20 minutes. That’s when I left, leaving my favorite water bottle behind — a fact I would only realize more than an hour later, though.
After the meeting, I tried to print a two-page document (I know!), only to be thwarted at every attempt. After troubleshooting for about 45 minutes, and then moving to a different printer on the same floor and repeating the process, I ended up giving up and headed down to the third floor and plugging into one that was close to my old desk location. After finally getting my sheets, I was parched. But where was my water bottle? And thus another quest began. (If you see the water bottle pictured above, please let me know.)
All of this happened before lunch, and things didn’t get much better after that. Nothing catastrophic happened, just those little, frustrating annoyances that add up to make a below-average day feel like a real kick in the pants. My post-lunch highlights included about a dozen repeated spam phone calls, losing one of those squishy, in-ear parts for the left ear of my headphones, a less-than-stellar therapy session, and almost getting run over by a guy ignoring his red light as I crossed Market Street to Valencia on my bike. I felt a bit like Alexander and his terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.
Drawing Flies
12 January 2023
Water you looking for?
“You ever seem to have one of those days where everyone's on your case from your teacher all the way down to your best girlfriend?” Today was one of those days. So I don’t really have a coherent post for you tonight. Instead, this one is probably just for me; a day in the life, if you will.
The morning began a bit off-kilter. I slept longer than intended, and I was playing catch-up from the start. Our dog walk was not the gentle welcome to the day that they usually are, and instead was full of danger (street chicken) and conflict (kids on scooters just headed to school). The rushed morning led to a shorter-than-usual workout, my fastest shower in a good while, and a quick leave that meant I forgot to grab a few things off my home desk that I wanted to take with me to my work desk.
I scarfed down a breakfast while trying to read emails, before my first meeting, where, during introductions, I totally embarrassed myself by giving a broad sefl-intro to a product manager I already met, albeit about a year ago. Thankfully, he was gracious and we ended up having a productive collaboration for the next 20 minutes. That’s when I left, leaving my favorite water bottle behind — a fact I would only realize more than an hour later, though.
After the meeting, I tried to print a two-page document (I know!), only to be thwarted at every attempt. After troubleshooting for about 45 minutes, and then moving to a different printer on the same floor and repeating the process, I ended up giving up and headed down to the third floor and plugging into one that was close to my old desk location. After finally getting my sheets, I was parched. But where was my water bottle? And thus another quest began. (If you see the water bottle pictured above, please let me know.)
All of this happened before lunch, and things didn’t get much better after that. Nothing catastrophic happened, just those little, frustrating annoyances that add up to make a below-average day feel like a real kick in the pants. My post-lunch highlights included about a dozen repeated spam phone calls, losing one of those squishy, in-ear parts for the left ear of my headphones, a less-than-stellar therapy session, and almost getting run over by a guy ignoring his red light as I crossed Market Street to Valencia on my bike. I felt a bit like Alexander and his terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.
“Mama said there’ll be days like this.”
See you tomorrow?