Last weekend was much needed: I took the afternoon off work on Friday, drove 5 hours to my Alma Mater, hung out with a couple college buddies, crashed on a sofa Friday and Saturday nights and didn't have to think about work or this depressing town at all. I was feeling so good, when we were out at the bars on Saturday, I started chatting with this cutie who was standing at the bar while we were waiting for our drinks, and ten minutes later we were on the dance floor grinding. I was wasted by that time, and at some point her friends must have seen us and pulled her away. It was more action than I've found since I've been here. It felt good to be someplace exciting, in a city that didn't feel rundown. I drove back to Iowa and my messy apartment, thinking about the fun I had over the weekend.
The next morning, my alarm did not go off, and at 7:50 I awoke with a start. Work began in ten minutes. I considered calling in sick, but decided against it. I want to keep those calls for if I wake up still drunk. I did call to let the team lead know that I would be late. Management may notice, but less than if I call in sick too often. Besides, it was Monday and others would be late, or 'sick.'
I got a quick shower, skipped shaving and chugged some milk for breakfast before throwing on some work clothes and leaving. I was about a half hour late. A few coworkers in nearby cubicles said Good Morning but nobody commented on my tardiness. It wasn't until I opened my email that I saw it: a virtual pile of emails about an issue that had been brewing in my 'problem' account, an issue I had carefully explained was a risk and how to avoid it, an issue that had boiled over after hours Friday night when the techs implementing the change I was managing failed to follow my instructions, that the last of my good mood from the weekend was taken from me.
Figures...
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