OMG how do my days get like this?

Don’t even know where to begin. Here’s my day today:

Wake at 6, shower, dry hair, dress, put on makeup, get kids dressed, give kisses goodbye, remind nanny of day’s schedule and give ok for her to take the boys to Botanic Garden, then go to work. Actually make time to stop at Starbucks for my tall, skim decaf mocha. Yum.

Work, work, work… things are INSANE at work.  Moving HQ, massive social media project launch slated for Monday that needs some TLC, 4-day work week, oh and the portal project needs more funding an my VP is on vacation and last email I got from her involved ice, beer, charcoal and Walmart, so probably not the right moment to ask about funding.

Realize at lunchtime (soup at my desk w/tired looking little cafeteria crackers), I forgot to make daughter’s lunch for camp (she gets it there but hates the turkey on Wednesdays).

Console myself with working more. Good news, portlet for HQ move is coming along.

At 4:00 look at watch and know I can leave and make it to daughter’s ice skating private lesson if I hurry… get stuck on a call with a lawyer discussing an NDA and end up singing the Washington Redskins fight song — I am not making that up — and leave at 4:15. Can still get there for 2nd half of lesson and will work more tonight to finish up what is still on my desk.

Leaving work, realize I will be driving to outrun what might be a tornado forming. It is absolutely all BLACK sky to the west of me and just grey mist to the east.  Am shortly stuck inside the most hideous storm… But, since I’m already insane, I might as well use this perfectly not perfect time to call the friends we might have a family dinner date with tonight to coordinate details.  Phew, done. 

Then I call back the childhood friend who recently found me on Facebook and called earlier this week. Halfway through this call, I realize that talking on the phone in the storm is a really, really stupid idea. We schedule a lunch date and I hang up, which was just as well b/c she could probably barely hear me above the pounding rain on my car.  BUT, now quite fearful (my car actually seems to be crackling if that’s possible), I call my husband to say (half-kidding) that I love him and he should know I’d be thinking of him if I died in a tornado.  Realize that I have to drive 10 miles an hour b/c impossible to see through windshield and, assuming I make it through the tornado/rainstorm, I will most definitely miss ice skating. I REALLY hate it when I fail at what I set out to do.

Arrive home, realize I forgot to call plumber today about STILL not fixed backup battery for sump pump. Considering I’d bet the power will go out at any moment, this is not good. It’s now after 5 so will have to wait until tomorrow… as they enter holiday weekend. Sigh. Good news, daughter remembered lunch so nanny packed it before the bus came. Bad news, she came home with form for local skating team membership and early registration discount ended Monday. WHY ARE WE ONLY GETTING THIS FORM TODAY?!!!

Back online for work.  How did I get 24 emails in the inbox in 50 min?  Oh, and some portlet copy that needs big time editing.  Suddenly, 6:45 dinner seems tight. Still manage to get edits done AND change out of office clothes to casual family Italian restaurant clothes. Fresh lipstick on too. I’m on a roll!

Husband calls to say trains majorly delayed.. will be late for dinner. Calls 10 min. later to say likely to miss dinner as no ETD at all and still at downtown station. I frantically try to reach our friends to tell them not to leave for dinner before they do.  They don’t sound happy. My kids are nearly crying with disappointment, especially my daughter who is best friends with their son… quivering lip, tear-brimmed eyes, you know the look.  I kinda want to cry myself.

6:20 and now w/no dinner plans have to figure out what we’ll eat. Thank goodness for my fairy godmother (aka nanny) who makes tilapia for the adults while I make tomato soup and toast for the kids.  I know this sounds negligent, but honestly, they’re not going to eat 5-min-thrown-together fish.  Don’t worry, I put peanut butter on the toast for some protein.  And they drank all their milk.

Husband home in time for 7:30 dinner, then kids’ bedtime.  When he brings in the mail, there’s a late notice for a VHS tape rented from the library and returned one day before the due date. Call the library, they have record we returned it, aren’t sure of why we got the notice, but show 2 out of the other 3 things I returned that day still outstanding. Grrrr.  I’m told not to worry, their computer scanners aren’t working so great and they’ll find them.

At bedtime, only one kid has a major meltdown and needs timeout. Did we remember to brush teeth? Not really sure.

Head back downstairs to make the twins’ lunches for camp tomorrow. Also take out the tie-died shirts they made yesterday to rinse and wash. Back online for work. Husband and I hear really loud noise from direction of washing machine and cross fingers yet another thing isn’t breaking (between the A/C and sump pump last month, enough is enough).

Phone rings — it’s the ENT who did sleep study for one of the twins in June. He’s got Sleep Disordered Breathing in the sleep apnea continuum. 25 minute conversation about the study results. Net of it:  call his office in the a.m. to schedule removal of tonsils and adenoids. Only silver lining of this in my book is the glimmer of hope he might actually sleep through the night more than 3 times a week for the first time ever in his life. And therefore, we might too. We look at the calendar and for the life of us can’t figure out a good Tuesday for this before the school year. How did our life get this crazy busy?!

Back online b/c I still have work. I manage a few things, but I’m burnt.  I haven’t blogged in a week, and I’m feeling kinda pathetic. Think I’ll turn on the news and make a quick attempt at seeming up-to-date.  This is the best I could do today.  It’s pretty boring and linear, I know.  I sit here wanting to promise my next one will be better, but really, if your expectations of this are higher, then I’ve really got you fooled.

July 2, 2008. Tags: , , , , , . Uncategorized. 2 comments.

Verbal schrapnel

Today at work the most amazing thing happened.  I actually lived the kind of moment you see on West Wing or 30 Rock that normal working people view and think, “That would never actually happen in the office. People don’t talk like that.”

So, what happened? Basically, one of my co-workers exploded. Partially at me, partially at IT and I think partially at frustration at a lot of 2.0 changes making things move really fast and in really new directions.  It was an absolute shouting outburst on a conference call in which we all could hear him trying to stay calm and failing until finally, in a lava-like flow of expletives, he erupted and then slammed down his phone after shouting he was going to go tell dad his supervisor.

Now, this, this! This is what they used to do on West Wing and other shows, the ones where all the people really pulling together as a team for the greater good have a conflict and they end up working on the issue until they have achieved peace, harmony, professional success or at least a consensus on who to nominate for supreme court justice.

My first reaction was bemused… this was just this guy being this guy.  And hey, I can be like those people on TV and work with it, right? I always thought CJ was super cool. And truly, I believe both he and I and all the others who were on this call are indeed team players and can get some amazing things done. Besides, I have a job to get done for my boss and I don’t have the luxury of letting anxiety slow me down.

But, it turns out time doesn’t heal all wounds and in some case it can make them more evident. While I was unflappable at that moment, a few hours later I was furious and picking at my wounds. In addition to being unwilling to have a two-way conversation, he basically threw a grenade into the call… while we all ducked, it turns out the schrapnel did leave injuries. That’s no way to be part of the team.

These are probably just surface wounds, but people, remember this:  Verbal schrapnel has no place at work and is a bad way to problem solve. 

June 12, 2008. Tags: , , . Uncategorized. Leave a comment.