Tuesday was the first day in a long time that my workday ended with no future deadlines hanging over my head. After hitting SEND on Tuesday’s final deliverable, I pushed my chair back away from my desk thinking, “tomorrow, I have nothing due.”
Nothing.
It was awesome. It’s been a crazy-busy few weeks.
Nothing really does feel good.
Thats not to say I don’t have anything to do, just nothing that MUST be done Wednesday or Thursday. Working under tight deadline pressure can be mentally exhausting. And I’m finding that the older I get, the harder it gets. Yes, I can still do it, but it’s draining. All-consuming.
Here’s an example of just how consuming. Last week, I was supposed to pull a homeless nine-month-old Brittany puppy named Gus from the local SPCA shelter. I was supposed to do it on Thursday, to be exact.
Thursday morning, out of the blue, two important work deadlines shifted. That meant I really had to hustle to get several things done much sooner than anticipated. I was working away Thursday afternoon, so focused on meeting those new deadlines, that I completely FORGOT to go get the puppy.
Okay, I didn’t forget, I lost track of time. But still. That’s just forgetfulness with a good reason.
What kind of person forgets a puppy!?!
I was mortified. What if he was handed over to someone else? His new family would have been devastated!
Luckily, he was still there on Friday. I showed up 30 minutes before they opened so I’d be the first person in line. All worked out, thank goodness. I really would have felt horrible if I hadn’t been able to bring him home. His new family had already planned to come pick him up Friday evening.
He was a cutie, but a handful. He weighed 40 pounds (same as my K), but was about eight inches taller than K, and about 10 inches taller than Belle. Both of my girls are petite Brittanys, and Gus is tall for a Britt. The difference was quite amusing.
He may have looked like an adult, but he was all puppy. He rarely sat still, and was quite mischievous.
K just stayed under my desk. LOL.
I picked him up at noon, and had a deadline to meet by the end of the day. Talk about adding a little extra stress.
Seriously, giving him something to chew saved the day.
Orange and white is the most-common color pattern for Brittanys. My girls are less-common.
He really wanted to play, but my grumpy old ladies were having no parts of that.
It made for an entertaining afternoon, but I wasn’t sorry to see him go. Especially since he went to a young, hunting family with a two year old Brittany sister for Gus. It’s a match made in Heaven for Gus.
And a happy ending for me. 🙂