The Best Laid Plans

There is a saying that goes, "If you want to hear God laugh, then tell him your plans." Well, He got a good chuckle at my expense today. This includes my plans for this post today. I originally hoped to continue a conversation CoCo ( I call her that because of her complexion, her love of finer things a la CoCo Chanel and because she is aging in way that proves "good black don't crack" - despite not actually being "black") and I had about people, like our coworker Shiva, who can't accept their skin color. (You know the ones I'm talking about. They are the ones who swear they have "Indian in my family" and can pass for someone lighter.) But time has run out for all that and I thought I would explain what happened.

Today has been one of those days where you just never quite find your groove. I woke up this morning determined to finally start working on my major scanning project that I have been putting off for at least a week now. I thought today was going to be the day because despite some minor setbacks I managed to get my daughter to Grandparent Daycare and my son to school on time and with neither of them in tears. That, my friends, is a MAJOR accomplishment for us. I only had to give one small lecture on how is not nice to say, “I don’t love you”- especially when all Mommy asked you to say was “I’ll see you later.”

I arrived at work on time, which is another MAJOR accomplishment for me, and actually started right in my “To Do” list. I stopped to go get breakfast after receiving an error message from my scanner. The scanner, as you can imagine, is a major player in my scanning project. I figured breakfast would be a good way to pass the time while waiting for the system reboot and anticipated that I was still going to be able to get some things off my desk. That was quickly derailed by Boss Lady.

I am currently surrounded by a mounds and mounds of paper and binders that she “cleaned” out of her office by moving them into my area for me to dispose of accordingly. This means that not only did I not get my work done, but I have gained another project that takes up even more space in my area. How is that possible? It is like if they see me moving they just start thinking of more things that I could be doing. That thought just makes me want to continue to sit very still and hope I start to blend into the computer console.

Nothing that I do at work is particularly strenuous. It would best be described as tedious, but one the rare occasion that I come to work ready and trying to put forth my best efforts, I am amazed at how quickly I am derailed. Then I resort to childish passive aggressive behaviors. I could not do what I wanted so I made her wait until I had read the One Life to Live update before I printed her labels. You need a new binder, “Sure” right after this People magazine article and a quick Google search on Starbucks locations. Silly, yes, but also kind of gratifying.

I will try to do better tomorrow.