I broke two fingernails before 9 a.m. this morning. I then decided a third cup of coffee before 10 was absolutely permissible.
I dropped a medium-size stack of documents that I was working on, and they cascaded across the floor underneath my desk. They were no longer in the order that I needed to handle them.
The phone began to ring, I took a too-quick sip of coffee as I said 'hello' and spilled a few drops on my dry-clean only slacks. Grabbed my purse, pulled out a Tide-To-Go pen and got to work on that pants. Whew. Nice save.
I then got back to work picking up my mess of papers, and... I knocked over my coffee mug. Coffee quickly moved across the top of my entire desk and spilled across the front. I raced, in heels, to the nearest restroom, grabbed a handful of papertowels (wet and dry) and wiped up the spill before it could reach any electronics. I spent the next fifteen minutes cleaning coffee up from the carpet.
In the midst of the clean-up, I remembered something that I needed to do as soon as I arrived at the office this morning. I was now two hours late on that task...
I got carried away working on a project, lost track of time, and somehow did not eat lunch until two p.m. Yeah, by then I was pretty hungry.
It rained so heavily this afternoon, that water was coming in some of the windows in our FOURTH FLOOR clinic. With the other practice manager out of the office today, I had the task of hunting down our assigned maintenance tech for some assistance. He was out of the office today. Many phone calls and messages later, I made contact with someone who could contact someone who could probably help. Nice.
An interesting, not so spectacular (but not terrible) kind of day.
Oh, and by the time I left work, the afternoon deluge had brought with it, much cooler temperatures. Like 30 degrees cooler. So I shivered as I walked through the windy parking lot from my building to my car. And I decided it was necessary to stop at the house to pick up a jacket before heading to church tonight.
I decided to check the mailbox before running inside. (Is it sad that when it comes to the 'privilege' of checking the mail, I'm basically an 8 year old?) I honestly figured that Joshua would have checked the mail at lunchtime, but...
Ooooh!!! A package!! Not just a package... a PRIORITY MAIL package... with a Vidalia return address and the name of someone we love and miss!