Hey everyone, the past few days have been a combination of travel woes, tech troubles, and a good old-fashioned head cold. Let’s just say, if Murphy’s Law was a person, I think I’d need to have a *serious* conversation with them.
It all started innocently enough. I was at the bank, wiring funds for our Saban rental property (adulting at its finest!), when BAM! JetBlue decided to cancel my flight from Hartford. Cue the frantic rescheduling, a mad dash to White Plains, and a slightly earlier arrival. Thankfully, my dad swooped in to pick me up at the airport, and we salvaged the evening with a delicious dinner at Bahama Breeze. Because, honestly, is there anything a good conch fritter can’t fix?
Sunday was supposed to be chill. Setting up my workstation at my dad’s, getting ready to conquer the work week. But noooooo, a mere 2.5 days of PTO resulted in a Mount Everest of unread emails. My inbox was basically staging a revolt. And to top it off, my second monitor refused to cooperate. A quick Amazon order later, and a shiny new extendable screen was on its way. Crisis averted… or so I thought.
The screen arrived, but neither it nor the monitor were willing to cooperate. After some troubleshooting, I called my company’s CFO for assistance. Just before she logged in to share screens, I had a moment of clarity. Could the outlet be connected to a wall switch that was turned off? Yep! Problem solved, but not before I felt like the biggest dummy in the room.
Monday. Oh, Monday. Where do I even begin? Logged in 15 minutes early (as always, gotta be prepared!), and my monitor was deader than disco. Turns out, the wall switch AND the charging cable were conspiring against me. A frantic trip to Walgreens (strike one!), then Walmart (jackpot!), and I was back in the game by 9:45 AM. But wait, there’s more! My database decided to go rogue, losing all its tabs. After some tech support wizardry, I finally found a back door in. By 4:57 PM, I had *almost* caught up. Almost.
And, because the universe clearly wasn’t done with me, I had also developed a cough and some congestion. As if that wasn’t enough, I lost miserably at both cribbage and Uno with my dad. Clearly, Monday was just not my day.
Tuesday brought worse congestion and a general feeling of being run over by a semi-truck. But with a short work week already, I had to power through. My temperature was a slightly elevated (for me) 98.6, but nothing alarming. By 4pm, the cold meds were making it hard to focus, and I was ecstatic to log off at 5pm. A quick dinner, followed by TV and napping, led to an early bedtime.
Wednesday started with a trip to the post office in Orlando for my Saba residency fingerprints. Still feeling like death warmed over, I persevered, even in the face of some exceptionally rude people who apparently thought waiting in line was beneath them. Work was a blur of cold meds, my annual self-evaluation, and the mandatory harassment course.
But the evening held a glimmer of hope: a pedicure with Kimicoe, my late Aunt Sue’s beloved nail technician. It was my first pedicure since my injury, and Kimicoe made me feel completely comfortable. I was delighted to finally meet her, and we had a nice chat about Sue while I was getting my toes all pretty in prep for Saba.
So, there you have it. Days of travel chaos, tech tribulations, and a persistent head cold. I’m hoping things start looking up soon. Wish me luck!