I do not often find a good excuse for getting up early on a work-day. But shortchanging the morning walk for my furry friends, as it turned out, set the tone for the day. And not in a good way.
Dashing out the door at an earlier time seemed to be the same decision of hundreds of my companion commuters Tuesday. The early appointment I made to have my car serviced near my work should have been a “quick” turnaround – I was the first person to line up. Nope. The employee told me that the mechanics did not start work for another hour and fifteen minutes. ( Yet my oil change apparently was not started for at least 8 hours after I dropped the car off.)
During my breaks through the day, I tried to resolve a prescription impasse between doctor, pharmacy and insurance company – all of whom were telling me their screens either had no information. One informed me that everything was in order — for the previous month but not the current need. And computers were the culprit for my own lack of progress at work. A computer issue involving my sign-in having insufficient privileges hampered my testing a new system. Tossing qualitative analysis to the wind, my supporting engineer suggested I just replace the components I said were faulty on that system: if the issue then resolves, that puts everyone’s metrics back on track. Failure Analysis is a tool that is useful when customers are not demanding daily updates on their warrantied item.
Toward the end of the day the dealer finally called. I caught an Uber, and was off to the dealership by a curious route- heading in the opposite direction! By the time I collected Harry (if you follow “Everyone Else Has the Best Titles” blog you’ll have read about naming cars), I was ready to head toward home. Twenty miles later, I realized that I had forgotten that my fuel gauge was -that morning – nearly empty. And approaching six o’clock, with my gauge now in the “red”, I prayed not to sputter to a stop in highway traffic. I made it to a gas station.
Last night, our bible study group met, so when I finally got home, I was basking in the feeling that something from start to finish went well today. I took note of Dexter’s commentary on his day. His empty food bowl was pushed out into the center of the dining /living room floor. In the grand scheme of things, happiness goes to the dogs.