Day Five and Still Alive

Day Five and Still Alive was what I had written on my Hoops and Yoyo wipe-off board that I'd hung at my desk space (not really a cubicle, not at all an office, kind of like a section of a tiny loft). One of my co-workers got a chuckle out of it.

It had been quite the week. Day One I came home absolutely exhausted. Perhaps that was the start to my troubles for the rest of the week. On Day 2 I fretted over some important work papers I had misplaced. I tore my house apart that morning trying to find them. I even went so far as to check in the freezer since it was a place I had gone into. I relayed this to my parents in an email. My dad stopped by my house and found the papers not in the deep freezer, but on the shelf behind it. On day three I had forgotten my wallet. Day four I thought I'd misplaced my new office keys, but later found them at the bottom of my purse. Finally by Day 5 I managed to make it in with all my belongings.

Never mind the self-inflicted stress though, I had people calling me to book public appearances/speaking engagements for next month, a spring campaign to book media for and a special event to coordinate which was behind schedule by a month or so. On Day 4 I was taken to a meeting about something very important and asked to do a communications plan with budget for an amount a bit less than what I paid for my home.

On Day 5 I found myself talking to a vendor about this project  in the most descriptive of vague terms I could manage since I had been instructed to maintain the project's confidential status.

"Let me give you my story," I told the vendor. "This is Day 5 for me."

The vendor laughed and I laughed, which was better than the exchange I had with the lady who was hoping to book me to do a talk.

I'm hoping that by Day 60 I'll be writing "Feeling Nifty". I also hope that I will have figured out how to work the voicemail on my phone by then.

The frazzled stress that comes from me losing/not being able to find things is draining, but the stress that comes with jumping in feet first to this new role is invigorating, like a good run.