I almost got stuck in the elevator at work today. The worst part is that I was alone at the time. Even worse, I didn't have my cell phone with me.
I had been working at my desk in the basement but needed to go upstairs to put some files away and get some lunch. My arms were full of said files and I got on the small elevator to make the quick journey upstairs. I was halfway upstairs when the elevator just stops....a few feet shy of reaching it's mark.
I pushed the button in an attempt to make it move upwards to complete it's ascent but it would not budge. I pushed the down button in hopes that perhaps it would go down. No luck.
I began to panic slightly and the bundle of files fell to the ground. I pulled myself together a bit and attempted to get the elevator to move again. Once again the elevator refused to finish going upwards, but this time I was able to get the machine to go down...and once it reached the bottom I was able to go up.
I've always been weary of that elevator. I remember the day I was interviewed for the job I had to ride on that machine and had the sinking feeling that at some point I'd get stuck on that thing.
While I'm enjoying my new position at work, I often find myself frustrated with the fact that the person that previously held my position left things in chaos.
Perhaps chaos is an exaggeration but not by much...
There has been many days in the past few weeks that I could have been spared a lot of frustrations, had I been left the proper information. Take today for instance. I was scheduled to take one of our residents to a doctor's appointment. I was only given the name of the doctor and so I made the assumption that the office was just down the road. I pick up the resident from her day program and head over to the office...I walk in, give the receptionist the residents name and was told that I was in the wrong office, that the appointment was in another town about 15 minutes up the road.
Of course I was late to the appointment. And of course I blamed myself even though as far as I knew, there was only one office for this particular doctor. If the girl who had scheduled the appointment gave me the proper information, the situation would not have happened. I would have shown up to the appointment on time...and I probably would have been able to get out of work on time.
But don't get me wrong, 85% of the time, I do like the new position. I just don't enjoy making myself look bad because of situations that are out of my control-and were easily avoidable.
I have a new job!
No, not really. I do however have a new position at my current job. I swore that I would find a new job all together...but when I was offered the position by my boss I didn't hesitate to accept it. It's a Monday to Friday position, with hours that work MUCH better for me (I won't have to wake up at 4:30am)...and the job itself is a bit more challenging which makes me happy.
Today was "officially" my first day with my new position. I was actually awake BEFORE my alarm, and felt completely rested. I had my breakfast instead of skipping it in favor of a few more minutes of zzz's. I actually put makeup on. Things were going really well this A.M.
Since I had a few extra minutes I decide to stop to get some coffee...and that was the start of my bad luck. The place I stopped at doesn't seem to understand the concept of "fast" in the morning...which put me behind schedule...then I hit school traffic that I did not anticipate.
I dealt with the holdups without any issues. Hey, I got my coffee so I'm happy. Then...not three minutes from work I went around a bend and well, my cup of coffee (which I WAS securing) decided to go flying...all over my leather seats. Considering I was now running late, I had no time to deal with the mess.
So now my Volvo smells like coffee-granted, I do like the smell of coffee. Just not in my car.
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