Reacting to a disaster isn’t normally a weekend thing for me, but this weekend, I got sucked in and I’m struggling with the exit map. I know there is one… And I’ve laid out the plan, but to be perfectly honest, I’m not sure where it’s going… But, yeah… Yesterday sucked the life out of today.
When I awakened yesterday morning, the furnace was out. It was bitter cold in my apartment, and I felt like a slug-a-bug. I wanted to go back to bed… But I didn’t. I was pretty proud of myself, I sweatered up, made some coffee, cooked a hot breakfast and started my day out by “getting things done” on a fast track.
I heard a strange noise on the side of my apartment, like the roof was being pulled off. Nails coming out of wood sound horrible, and screws being jerked out sound worse. Within seconds, I was standing at the front door, gazing out into what had been moments before a serene courtyard with some snow cover. Across from my front door a neighbor’s kid (age about 6) was hanging out the window on what appeared to be a co-ax cable running from the corner of their apartment to the roof of mine.
No thought to whose kid it might be, I knew. I screamed out the door, “Let go of that cable. Stop swinging on that!”
He promptly swings back into the window, disappears, and curtains are falling down in front of the window, but not before his little sister steps up onto the ledge and reaches for the cable, now easily within her reach. Again, the Mom in me takes over and I scream, “Leave that cable alone and get out of that window!”
She disappears and I hear screaming from inside the apartment. The screaming takes on new volume a few moments later when the landlord arrives to fix my furnace.
The furnace is doomed.
Nothing she can do about the furnace, called the repair guy and he’ll be here later Saturday to fix it. Meanwhile I point out to her the wire trapeze hanging from the side of the building where it’s been yanked from my eaves. So, she knocks on the neighbor’s door and asks her to “Watch her kids. Pick up after them – their toys are strewn all over the front yard. And be sure they don’t rip out the cords from the outside walls.”
The landlady is really a sweet woman, about my age, and nice as can be. She’s been sweet to deal with, and I appreciate her.
She leaves. All HELL breaks loose from the neighbor’s home. Screaming, yelling, and breaking windows, etc. Mayhem takes over and the world sounds like it’s ending just down the sidewalk.
And I’m in here working my little heart out on the next job. I have a standing list of five jobs to get done this weekend, and I’m determined to push through them. ALL of them.
But there’s glass breaking and screaming going on… And I’m sitting at my computer knowing the doors are locked, SHAKING. Seriously, SHAKING.
My phone rings. Landlord is asking what time, etc. And I tell her what’s going on. She calls the neighbors and things settle down. I’m back to work and life is back to normal, except that it isn’t.
I’m still shaking from residual reaction.
A customer is texting me.
Normally, I don’t have a real big issue with texting, although it isn’t really my thing. So I pick up the phone. We talk for a while. I literally have saved back two hours to work on his project (a two hour project) and we’ve frittered away most of the two hours texting and chatting, and I’m not going to get paid for all this time we’re wasting… Yeah, he probably will read this, and recognize himself. I’m sorry, it’s a real deal. This weekend, it isn’t about the money, it’s about the hours I had struggled to set aside to work on specific projects that have to be done by the 15th. Tomorrow.
Off the phone and back to work, it’s afternoon now, and I really do NEED a cup of coffee. Not because I needed the caffeine, but rather I needed something warm to hold. I needed a warm cup to hold onto. So, I go make coffee and fill my favorite cup with hot liquid. Sitting at my desk holding the coffee cup, I begin a gain, trying to complete some of the work on my list.
An hour later, I checked off a 15 minute job. UGH.
Drinking my coffee, I allow myself time and space to FREE FALL for the fifteen minutes it takes to drain the cup. Potty run, and I’m back at work, with another cup of hot coffee to sit on my desk. I’m working. I checkoff another project and go back to the one I needed to work on the most.
It isn’t happening. In fact, the project that needs doing, sat there on my screen flipped me a bird and told me to take a hike to paradise. I was screwed. There was no coming back from this mess. I had to wipe it and start over. Delete.
I hit the delete button.
Almost three hours into a two hour billable job, and I’m staring down the barrel of a gun with the trigger happy son-of-a-buck holding his finger on the trigger. Outside my office window, two teenagers get into a heated discussion over a car, a girl, and a dog. And this girl is back to shaking. Shivering, shaking, trembling, and wishing the heater was working, because I needed more heat.
Five hours in and I’m again staring at the business end of a keyboard, fingering the mouse, and hoping I can copy and paste some text without rewriting. It looks like a good concept… Until I copy the first batch, and realize it’s all coded inside a script and I can’t separate the text from the script without deleting the code. Deep breath. I print the document, and start typing in the copy for the new site. Customer is already waiting and concerned about the cost.
COST. Holy shit Batman, time is money.
And that’s when it all went dark.
The repair guy is downstairs with the spiders and snakes fixing the heater, and the power went off. I lifted my still full, but lukewarm coffee and took a long drink. I swallowed hard, and did it again. Yesterday sucked, really.
I used my phone to post some stuff on facebook. Another cup of coffee? I took another break. I ate a stale rice cake with peanut butter. Then, I finished off a pot of cold coffee, looked in the fridge for something I didn’t have to heat to eat… Yogurt. Yum. So, I sat at my desk eating yogurt, and watching cars drive by outside with lights on, and the clank clank clank of the guy working on the furnace. Then he was done.
Yup. Minutes later all the lights came on and I rebooted my computer… 2nd reboot, it actually came back on looking like a computer again. And that was that… I was spent.
Between the shaking from the neighbor’s bi-polar episode, and the breaking window glass, and then the sheer frustration of everything else that happened. I’d had it.
A friend sent me a message on Facebook, introducing me to her cousin, a writer. We talked for a good hour, and I realized she lives near the Starbucks I like to visit when I’m in south Colorado Springs. Life is good, right…
And then I wake up this morning to ALL THE STUFF I didn’t get done yesterday. And it feels like I’m drowning. Not because I am, but because the list grew overnight to double… when I added Sunday’s jobs to Saturdays.
And after working for nearly 7 hours solid. I moved the list to Monday, and started looking for something to expel the feeling of overwhelming frustration for two days of “not getting it done”.
So, here I am.
And tomorrow is Monday… Get ready!
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