Monday I got a call at 9:43 from my boss saying, “you know you have a 10:00 appointment right?”. I’m religious about knowing my schedule by heart, especially for the next day. So I hustle into work and take care of the client then looked at the schedule. On my schedule, nothing. Two spaces over, where we usually make notes, was a note with the clients name, number and says “will call back”. Would you have thought that was an appointment you were meant to be at? I wouldn’t!
Yesterday, lovely Tuesday. You all read about the parking garage fiasco. Then my last client of the day, asked for a half our longer in our session, if I had time. No one else was scheduled so I said of course. After all, no one else was scheduled. At 4:43, two minutes before my hour and a half session was over I get a knock on the door and a note slid under reading, “U Have A Client Waiting”. I finish the session come out, see she scheduled this other client at 4:30, approached my boss and said, “you scheduled a client after I was in a session, how was I to know?” and she says, “I would always put a note under the old therapists door when she was running over.” I’m already irriated she put me in this position – after all, I’m the one who looks bad, and said.. ” well that would have been fine if I was running over but the client wanted an extra half our and since no one was on the schedule I said it was just fine.” She just looked at me with this “oh well look”. I took care of the client although her session started a half hour late. But seriously? You would think the owner would have more brains than that!
Then this morning, oh this morning. Where am I blogging to all of you? My front porch, yes my front porch in the winter with snow covering ground, and more snow is to come. Not my usual blogging spot, but this morning I locked my house and car keys inside my house. My husband leaves before me in the mornings, and locks the door handle on the way out – well this door handle of ours never has the ‘it’s locked’ feeling when it is locked, so you can open it even when the door is technically nice, so it can always be locked but usable. It’s a pretty OK feature, if you are on the inside of the door, but no I’m outside and my keys are indeed inside my window on my darn coat rack. Already hopped the fence hoping that I forgot to lock the slider door, nope – indeed locked it. What are the odds? I have been horrible at remember to do so, but of course, today of all days, I remembered. So after getting a hold of Ryan, after being on hold for 4 minutes, he is indeed coming to my rescue. Once he gets here, where am I going? To get a hide-a-key and then to the lovely place I work at.
Update: the lovely hubby came to my rescue, I only had to sit out side long enough for my butt and my toes to my numb, oh and my nose – but all is well, lucky for me Ryan was able to get away from work, for a few minutes to run home even though I know it was not a good day to be making silly mistakes like this. Otherwise it would have been a very long, very cold day – since the snow is falling quite intently and we are supposed to get 5″-9″ by the morning. Oh, and I indeed got a key made. I got into the parking garage fine, except I found a spot clear on the 7th floor which is partially very open to the sky, I indeed wore a different coat but my shoes, although close toed are not so warm for my hike. Hopefully we don’t get too much snow before I can go and get my truck out of the parking garage.