October 13, 2010
Yesterday, while preparing for a huge meeting I have today, I received an urgent text from my daughter Meelie, who was at school.
Her: Come get me right now!
Me: What’s wrong honey? Are you sick?
Her: No, I just don’t feel like being here.
Yesterday, I was working on huge report that is due by noon today. I had it nearly 3/4′s of the way done. I had to be home by 5:30 in order to take Meelie to practice, so I packed up all of my stuff, intending to finish it up at home. I dropped the girls off, and fired up the work laptop and opened up the file.
It was the one I had downloaded that morning (raw data). None of my work had been saved. None of the formatting, comments or updates. NOTHING.
Me: ……………… I purposefully blanked out what I said at that time because my mom reads this blog and I don’t want to have to wash my mouth out with soap. I will say that I overheard my oldest tell my youngest: “Mom’s pretty mad, I hope it wasn’t something we did.”
So I put on my big girl panties and got down to work. I’m nearly halfway there. I think I can make it. I’ve got five more hours.
What do you think? Think I can make it?