Today the workload eased up somewhat as I'd finished a huge job yesterday but I still had a fair bit to get through. Didn't sleep so well last night, then the day got off to a bad start when I realised I'd got to work without a bunch of equipment I needed to do the things I specifically needed to do today. So I had to do a whole other round trip home and back again to sort that out.
But it's okay, I thought to myself. My appointment is at 4, it takes about 90 minutes to get there, so I can do what I need to do and leave work at 3.30. Um, anyone spot what I did there? How did I do that? I don't know. Why did I do that? I don't know. All I know is that at 4.20, sitting on the train, I looked at my phone and thought - 4.20. My appointment is at 4. Something is not right here.
So yeah, I missed my first appointment with my new T - the appointment I've been waiting to get for about 3 months. I got off the train and rang the office to find that the receptionist had been trying to call me. No further appointments today but she was able to book me in for tomorrow. I managed to *not* cry in public, and turned around and went home.
I don't know what to say about this except I am so *sick* of operating sub-par. I hate this kind of crap. I want to just stop it, but I don't know how.
Jones