Screw-up Tuesday (it had to happen eventually)

That’s not to say that I don’t have screw-ups – I do! But this is the first time one has actually coincided with a Tuesday. I knew that things were going way too well before heading to work this afternoon. I found a job that I’m interested in – AND it’s in the local area AND it hasn’t closed already. Then, I actually realised at 1pm that it was time to go in fifteen minutes so I wasn’t running late before I’d even left the house. My commute was smooth as a baby’s bottom – no slow pokes, no accidents and no having to stop for roadworks. Then it culminated with arriving in the car park and driving straight into a space. That virtually never happens after 9am of a weekday. So I was fifteen minutes early and I even had time to have lunch before I clocked on shift. Consequently, I was feeling pretty jolly peppy about the way things were going.

Until someone said to me “did they call you in?” As soon as they said that, I had that sinking feeling right in the pit of my stomach. Have I just driven 65km on my day off?? Yes, indeed I did. I have to say, despite the rising fuel and toll costs associated with getting to work, I took it quite well. I even laughed, but it was that kind of crazy laugh that a person does right before you think they are going to lose it. I high-tailed it out of there before they could say “oh but wait you can do an extra shift” in some completely awful ward so that it isn’t a waste of my time and dollars getting there in the first place.

But do I feel completely stupid – you bet I do. And anyone that had the privilege of stopping next to me at the traffic lights on the way home will realise what a potty mouth I can be.