It was one of those questions on everybody’s mind: what will the first day back to work–the first day of 2009–be like?
I would love to say that, according to my plan, my day started off really well. Sure. I’d love to say that. If only it were true.
Wanting to get off to a good start, I got in early–around 7:40 a.m.–and went through my emails, had my morning muffin, got caught up. So far so good. I’m thinking: [i]See? 2009 is better already. Looking good, looking good, looking gooIt was one of those questions on everybody’s mind: what will the first day back to work–the first day of 2009–be like?
I would love to say that, according to my plan, my day started off really well. Sure. I’d love to say that. If only it were true.
Wanting to get off to a good start, I got in early–around 7:40 a.m.–and went through my emails, had my morning muffin, got caught up. So far so good. I’m thinking: [i]See? 2009 is better already. Looking good, looking good, looking good[/i].
And then the phone rang.
At 8:30 I got the call. It was from someone I worked with on a small project, but one, by all accounts, went fairly well, given the limitations we were under at the time. And then he went on, for about ten consecutive minutes, to complain about how it didn’t [i]totally[/i] work out the way he wanted, and even though there wasn’t anything I could do for him at this point–what was done was done–he kept going on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on. If he told me once he told me five times. I told him that I heard him. I heard him clearly, and what did he want to see happen at this point?
Apparently, to tell me again. So he did. Twice.
After I told him yet again that I heard what he was saying, and that I understood, he said, "well, apparently not," and then went on to bitch about it some more.
[i]Serenity now! Serenity now![/i]
On a positive note, my day was busy but pretty productive otherwise, so maybe I was just getting that first one out of the way right off.
But it was one helluva way to start the new year.
