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cyan_blueWell, it's been a while since I had a serious "overscheduling" episode. I guess I was due.
Really, I'd put conscious attention towards this tendency of mine in the past year. But today I got over-optimistic. I had 3 hours between appointments at my part time job, and I decided that it was enough time to go on an errand to Berkeley (a 40 minute drive at the best of times) and return. Heck, I even decided to go home and invite Emmett along, as we recently discovered a pizzeria there that is in the same ballpark as New York pizza, and he's been craving that.
Well, we hit unusually heavy traffic on the way there. And then my errand took 1/2 hour longer than expected. And the pizza folks took longer than expected to make the pie. And even all that would have gotten us back just under the wire...
...had I not been so focused on a cel phone conversation that I failed to give Emmett proper instructions about which turn to take onto the freeway, which resulted in us going pretty nearly to the next county. In the wrong direction. In heavy traffic.
At which point I phoned work and asked the office manager if she wouldn't mind making a phonecall on my behalf to cancel my next appointment, as I definitely wasn't going to get there in anything resembling enough time to keep it.
I did get there in time to run my evening group, at least.
And Emmett and I did a really good job of not blaming each other for the whole set of mishaps on the ride back.
Coming down from the frazzle,
Geri
Really, I'd put conscious attention towards this tendency of mine in the past year. But today I got over-optimistic. I had 3 hours between appointments at my part time job, and I decided that it was enough time to go on an errand to Berkeley (a 40 minute drive at the best of times) and return. Heck, I even decided to go home and invite Emmett along, as we recently discovered a pizzeria there that is in the same ballpark as New York pizza, and he's been craving that.
Well, we hit unusually heavy traffic on the way there. And then my errand took 1/2 hour longer than expected. And the pizza folks took longer than expected to make the pie. And even all that would have gotten us back just under the wire...
...had I not been so focused on a cel phone conversation that I failed to give Emmett proper instructions about which turn to take onto the freeway, which resulted in us going pretty nearly to the next county. In the wrong direction. In heavy traffic.
At which point I phoned work and asked the office manager if she wouldn't mind making a phonecall on my behalf to cancel my next appointment, as I definitely wasn't going to get there in anything resembling enough time to keep it.
I did get there in time to run my evening group, at least.
And Emmett and I did a really good job of not blaming each other for the whole set of mishaps on the ride back.
Coming down from the frazzle,
Geri
