I swear Wednesday was one for the books. Work was AWFUL. Everybody was moody. Everyone demanded to have their deliveries right then and there. They were expecting miracles that just couldn’t happen. My throat started to hurt. It felt like a knot was growing on the spot. On top of my customers being crazy, some of the internal folks seemed to have lost their minds too. I had an MRP (a fancy way of saying plant worker) have the nerve to get jazzy with me. I made a simple request. Can you let me know when I can expect to receive this shipment? Her reply….I already forwarded the answer to this, I will not communicate about this further. I pursed my lips. Who does this lady think she’s talking too? I let it go and reply to her with a simple, kind response because I did not want to stoop to her level. Ms. Plant Lady worker, I did not receive that information. Will you advise?
You’ll, she hit me with the capital letters. I SENT THIS INFORMATION TO FIORI (a fancy communication tool) THIS MORNING! My black male boss knows I am NOT the one. I politely forward him the communication between her and I and say, handle it. I had too. Because baaaaby if I were to have handled it, I would no longer be at my lovely place of employment. I understand we all have bad days, hence the title of this post, BUT don’t be rude. It’s not necessary. Although my day was draining I had made up in my mind that I was going home to get cute and takes pics for my blog and social. Nothing was going to stop me. I went in the linen closet for a cotton ball and YIKES!! I stab myself with some cuticle cutters. Tears came to my eyes as blood dripped from my finger. What the heck is up with this day? I sucked it up, nursed my wound and proceeded to finish getting ready. I do a quick checklist in my head, tripod (check), camera (check), shoes (check), memory card (check).
We are good to go folks. I find my perfect shooting location, set up, flip on the camera, and my battery is on its last leg. I said it’s cool, I have a backup, besides I’ll make it quick. I open my app and my phone refuses to connect to my camera. Mind you, this has never, ever, ever happened. I take a deep breath. I was determined to figure this out. The sun is going down but I’m keeping the faith that I’ll get through this shoot. My camera dies……. Don’t worry, you have a back, remember? I switch out my batteries to find out my back up is also ON its LAST leg. My phone is still refusing to connect. I pack up my belongings and go to the car. I get in, shut the door, and do an ugly cry. I was tired. From the start of the day, until I shut my car door leaving my shooting location was terrible and horrible and no good, just like Alexander’s day from one of my favorite childhood books.
Sweater: Asos/ Skirt: Wild Fable x Target/ Booties: Nine West/ Bag: Staud
I went home, sucked it up, cleaned up my place, and laid down. Thursday would be better.
Thursday I did a half-day at work and was able finished all the things I had set out to do on Wednesday and more. I even had a nice glass of wine at the end of my day. When it’s all said and done we all have bad days, its the bounce back that matters.
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