Wednesday, September 21, 2005

Running in place

You know you're running your hardest when you start to make mistakes all over the place. I guess it's like how they say that everyone gets promoted to their level of incompetence, I forget which so-called law that is. I have made nothing but mistakes for the last 24 hours, so I guess I should pat myself on the back for being so busy. Except for the part where I don't accomplish anything because of all the mistakes.

I got the date of the large items trash pickup wrong and made poor Epu help me bundle and haul out plywood two nights too soon, and now my neighbors will have to walk by the ungainly heaps all day tomorrow (again), which is particularly hard on the person who has to climb over the boards to get into their car. I scheduled a meeting of the union committee I now chair, then forgot what time I scheduled it for and showed up half an hour late, coming straight from the beach with flip-flops on and sand on my toes. Which doesn't win you any sympathy from people who came straight from their desks on their lunch hours. That lateness meant I had no time to fill the car with gas, so when I hopped in the car with barely enough time to make it way out to the suburbs to interview someone, well, I didn't have enough time to make it and we ended up cancelling the meeting. Not soon enough to avoid driving way across the bridge and back, though.

And now I'm bone tired, just back from the overwhelming but exciting annual Preschool Preview Night, which I will have to tell you about another time, because we still have to clean up the place a little and get Nutmeg's food ready for her day with the nanny tomorrow. But I will tell you that I got wine for the fundraiser donated by a local wine merchant, which ROCKS! Yay, local wine merchant! Still working on beer with two days to go. Fortunately, I work all day for the next two days, so even if I fail to secure free beer, I won't have much time to feel bad about it.

Bye, now.


Bert said...

AUGH! i didn't have time to bake anything! i feel like a heel. no really. just a gutterpunk, filching off of a kindhearted group of people.

i'm truly very sorry. have a blast at the fundraiser! drink something for me... and make sure everyone around you is yelling "CHUG! CHUG! CHUG!"

Hillary said...

Ouch! What a bad string of events. I just wish I could say I didn't know what that felt like. :-)

Notta Wallflower said...

well, after a day like that, things can only look up. Right? :-)