Murphy's Law

Whoever Murphy is, he has a warped sense of humor.

 

One should never make serious decisions while emotional, facing danger or turning off the alarm. I chose to go back to sleep after my alarm went off this morning. My exhaustion won out over all the plans I had made to mop the kitchen floor and pick up the toys that seem to reproduce like rabbits. It also won out over the little voice in my head that kept reminding me there is no possible way I'd make it to work on time if I went back to sleep.

 

Alas, sleep is my favorite thing to do these days.

 

I got up an hour later. Problem is, I didn't care if I was going to be late. I was still tired. And there is a dull ache in my stomach. And working wasn't really high on my list of things to accomplish today. So I slogged through the morning routine barely moving fast enough to be considered "slow motion" instead of "no motion." Himself made everyone scrambled eggs - he's my hero today, and I don't even like plain eggs. (I eat them anyway, something about breakfast prepared by someone else AND trying to be a good example for my kids, who were born LOVING eggs - proof they are indeed their father's children - that gene certainly did not come from me).

 

Sometime before I left, I realized I had forgotten the fruit and veggies for the sitter's - it's my turn to supply them. I ran around getting that ready. Then, while leaving the house, I realized that though it would be warm this afternoon, the weather outside was definitely not warm enough for anyone to be going out as they were dressed. Back inside to collect jackets for all of us. As we rolled down the driveway, the gas light came on. I had a dull recollection that I had noted the night before that I would need to leave for work 5 minutes early so I could get gas. Clearly, that thought had gone by the wayside, since I was leaving the house 15 minutes late.

 

I pulled into the gas station - one of only two on my way to work on the right-hand side of the road. I get up to the pumps only to see a small sign that says, "Station Closed for Upgrades Today 8 a.m. to 4 p.m." It was 8:03 a.m. I do believe I rolled my eyes.

 

The tank has plenty of gas to get me to the next gas station on the right-hand-side of the road - another 8 miles away - which I breezed by, totally forgetting about the orange light on the dash. Which meant I had no choice but to cross five lanes of traffic to get to a gas station on the left side of the road after I dropped the girls off. I started on the second half of my commute at the exact time I was supposed to be at my desk - still 20 minutes away.

 

I frantically (finally) bounded into the office, powered on my laptop and ... nothing. No connection to the network, which meant no inter-office IM, no work e-mail, no access to any network documents, no access to any data for the report I'm working on. I rebooted. I was waiting for someone to say, "Nice to finally see you in this morning."

 

When I finally got powered up, there were two e-mail messages waiting for me from my two bosses (everyone needs two bosses), both informing me that the network was having issues and they were working from home today. I am the only one from my team in the office. I could have easily worked from home today.

 

Murphy's Law = the worse your morning is, the less likely there will be a need for you to actually be IN the office.

 

I'm so working from home tomorrow.