monday
My day:
Woke up a bit earlier than usual today (5:30 am) so that I could get to work a bit earlier and start cleaning out my emails. Mondays are full of meetings and kind of hectic anyway, but since I was traveling all last week, I knew I was behind on what was going on in the office.
Danny's motorcycle was parked behind my car since the neighbors were there last night when he came home, which means he can't pull into the front of the parking space like he normally does. This meant I had to move his bike so that I could get my car out - not unusual. I was walking/pushing his motorcycle in a big circle to get it back to the parking spot my car was no longer in and it got wobbly. Next thing I knew, the bike was going down. It fell away from me, which was both good and bad. Good because it didn't fall on top of me and hurt me; bad because it's a whole hell of a lot harder to stop a heavy motorcycle from falling over when you can't use your body as stopper. Yes, all of this means that I dropped Danny's Ducati this morning. I feel TERRIBLE about it. I couldn't pick it up back up (too heavy), so luckily one of the neighbors was around and helped me. So far, so good - no obvious damage except for some metal that got scratched on the handlebars - but it could've been a lot worse. This all occurred before 6:30 am. What a way to start the week.
Made it through 3 meetings before 10 am and assigned our Lieutenant to cover the big/long staff meeting in another building. Thanks to the cold I caught on the way to Canada, I coughed through most of these meetings, but luckily i only had a major oh-my-goodness-can't-stop-coughing attack once.
I called Danny (since I figured he'd definitely be up by 10) to tell him I dropped his bike. That wasn't a pleasant duy to have. I have to honestly say that I thought about just not telling him. Luckily, good sense took over.
Then I chaired a telecon that was 3.5 hours long. I should've brought my sandwich with me to eat in there, but I didn't think about it on time.
Had my sandwich and took 10 minutes to myself to futz around on the nytimes website.
Got on another telecon at 2:30 for half an hour.
Then I spent the last 2 hours of the day going through my email, interrupted only once by my boss letting me know that my promotion finally went through (huzzah!). I'm pretty proud of myself. I started with 203 new emails in my inbox and got it down to 48 by the time I left at 5 pm. I would've had more to start with but I'd been able to deal with about a quarter of them as they came in last week while I was on the road.
Got home. Ate some leftover pad thai. Coughed my way through a couple phone calls. Tried watching tv, felt like it was melting my brain, showered, and now I'm doing this.
And that, ladies and gentlemen, was my Monday.
Woke up a bit earlier than usual today (5:30 am) so that I could get to work a bit earlier and start cleaning out my emails. Mondays are full of meetings and kind of hectic anyway, but since I was traveling all last week, I knew I was behind on what was going on in the office.
Danny's motorcycle was parked behind my car since the neighbors were there last night when he came home, which means he can't pull into the front of the parking space like he normally does. This meant I had to move his bike so that I could get my car out - not unusual. I was walking/pushing his motorcycle in a big circle to get it back to the parking spot my car was no longer in and it got wobbly. Next thing I knew, the bike was going down. It fell away from me, which was both good and bad. Good because it didn't fall on top of me and hurt me; bad because it's a whole hell of a lot harder to stop a heavy motorcycle from falling over when you can't use your body as stopper. Yes, all of this means that I dropped Danny's Ducati this morning. I feel TERRIBLE about it. I couldn't pick it up back up (too heavy), so luckily one of the neighbors was around and helped me. So far, so good - no obvious damage except for some metal that got scratched on the handlebars - but it could've been a lot worse. This all occurred before 6:30 am. What a way to start the week.
Made it through 3 meetings before 10 am and assigned our Lieutenant to cover the big/long staff meeting in another building. Thanks to the cold I caught on the way to Canada, I coughed through most of these meetings, but luckily i only had a major oh-my-goodness-can't-stop-coughing attack once.
I called Danny (since I figured he'd definitely be up by 10) to tell him I dropped his bike. That wasn't a pleasant duy to have. I have to honestly say that I thought about just not telling him. Luckily, good sense took over.
Then I chaired a telecon that was 3.5 hours long. I should've brought my sandwich with me to eat in there, but I didn't think about it on time.
Had my sandwich and took 10 minutes to myself to futz around on the nytimes website.
Got on another telecon at 2:30 for half an hour.
Then I spent the last 2 hours of the day going through my email, interrupted only once by my boss letting me know that my promotion finally went through (huzzah!). I'm pretty proud of myself. I started with 203 new emails in my inbox and got it down to 48 by the time I left at 5 pm. I would've had more to start with but I'd been able to deal with about a quarter of them as they came in last week while I was on the road.
Got home. Ate some leftover pad thai. Coughed my way through a couple phone calls. Tried watching tv, felt like it was melting my brain, showered, and now I'm doing this.
And that, ladies and gentlemen, was my Monday.