Reset

Waking up to your boss calling and asking why you aren't at work is quite possibly the most unpleasant way to start the morning. There isn't much one can say to salvage the situation. Yet in my groggy state and retainer still in mouth, I attempted to explain that I misread the schedule. I don’t think my employer was pleased with my excuse, if it’s any consolation I was fully aware of how idiotic I sounded. Afterwards I curled into a fetal position, put the covers over my head and hoped it was all part of a dream that was coming to a close. Alas nothing happened. The clock struck 7:45 am, the coffee maker started brewing and I cursed the day.

Normally I would obsessively evaluate the situation, determine what went wrong and put in measures to prevent the mistake again. I would also spend a large chunk of the day cursing Gmail for truncating emails and ruining my streak of professionalism. Instead I’ve sought solace in my Yahoo! Horoscope. Today it reads:

The pace of your life has been far too fast for far too long. You must rest today.

And with those words in mind I carved out a game plan for the rest of the day. I won’t go into too much detail but it basically involves getting a chocolate lava cupcake with strawberry frosting from Georgetown Cupcake and dancing around to Whitney Houston in my undies.