I’m facing some new and interesting challenges at work, so it just sort of seemed time for a change in how my office looked.
A new refocused attitude and a newly rearranged office just make sense, right?
I moved my bookcase. And pinched my hand. And have a blood blister.
It hurts. Not terribly, but somewhat. And I need to complain about it for just a minute.
OK. Complaining over.
Anyway, then came my favorite moment of the office rearrangement: I bent down to pick something sharp off of the floor and it slipped under my fingernail and speared me. It hurt, but my phone was ringing. I picked up because it was my graphic designer.
And then I looked at my finger.
Which was now bleeding.
And not just a little. Bright red blood.
Which is when I reached down into the depths of my professionalism and uttered these words into the phone at the speed of light: “Can I call you right back? I’m bleeding. OK, thanks! Bye!”
Yes. That happened. And I love that I had the forethought/ingrained politeness/manners to both thank her and tell her good-bye before I uncermoniously hung up on her and hurried off to the bathroom and the office first aid kit to bandage my finger.
Later I had to sheepishly call her back. She answered her phone with, “Did you say bleeding?”
Yep. All in a day’s work, folks.
All in a day’s work.