What an odd day. I had an appointment with a wine distributer first thing this morning. I am organizing a wine tasting next month as a kick-off to our latest promotion. As much as I like wine, I’m not sure if it’s something I necessarily like to think about first thing in the morning. It ended up being fun, though. We’re going to have special give-away wine glasses and eight different selections of wine. I’m really looking forward to the kick-off party. I have had such a good time planning this event.
My favorite selection for the wine tasting is Bitch Bubbly. It has the cutest name, cutest label, and it actually tastes pretty good, too. I bought a bottle last winter when my daughter was making pink champagne cupcakes. She only needed one cup for the recipe, and I was able to enjoy the rest of the bottle.
When I got back to the office, I walked down to the conference room to get a cup of much-needed coffee. I was standing there kind of gazing out the window, when I realized that I wasn’t alone. Three people had followed me into the conference room. They had been waiting for me. They had a question for me. “So, who IS Dilbert.?” Uh oh… Yeah, I had posted a picture of Dilbert on my Facebook page with a caption that read something like, “Really ticked off at someone who looks exactly like Dilbert. There is no shame in being a team player, Dilbert.” They wanted to know who is “Dilbert ?” They were laughing, because they already knew. The said as soon as they saw my post, they knew just who I was talking about. Truthfully, I felt a bit ashamed to have put that out there. It was petty and immature of me. But hell….this guy really ticked me off!
I did end up going into his office to discuss the matter. I told him that while I did take ownership of missing the meeting, it had shocked me that he had not been considerate enough to take a moment to come back downstairs to give me a head’s up. For goodness sakes, he could have used his cell phone and called me. I would have done that (and have!!) for anyone in the building.
Turns out, there was a NEW employee in the Planning Department who also missed the meeting. She felt horrible. She was really shaken up, took it personally, and worried that it would be viewed as shoddy work. Apparently, this poor woman was a wreck when she found out that she had missed this same meeting. We both felt much better once we realized that we weren’t alone. This jerk, Dilbert, had not sent either of us a meeting request to schedule on our calendars. He hadn’t even bothered to send us agendas. So, in the end, Dilbert may have learned a lesson. We all live by our calendars and the friendly beeping meeting reminders on our phones.
I stopped by the woman’s office to try to cheer her up. I told her to please not take it as a personal affront or to worry about it being viewed as unprofessional. We are all busy as hell and juggling numerous projects simultaneously. Mistakes happen. All we can hope is that we have all learned a lesson and that we’ll do a better job of communication and organizing our time in the future.
As I said, it was an odd day. I felt unbalanced, and it seemed like those around me were also out of sorts. I met T for lunch, and he was grouchy. We argued as we made our way into the building. We hadn’t even taken our seats, and there we were arguing. He thought I was running late. He was pressed for time. He had things to do besides wait for me to get there. He almost left. Grrr…. As we waited for our food, we sat silently and breathed deeply without talking. Tentatively, we readjusted our attitudes and had our usual mundane conversation. As we got up to leave, I told him that I didn’t know if I really enjoyed meeting him for lunch today. He just laughed. I think he felt the same way.
Tonight was our usual Thursday night dinner at the local tavern. We take the kids and whoever else happens to be around. Tonight it was just the girls and one friend. The place was packed. We ordered our food at the counter and then realized that there was nowhere for all of us to sit. The kids all took a high bar table while T and I sat down with a couple of guys we knew from high school. Well, I guess we’ve known them forever. They were happy enough to have us join them and sat drinking beer while T and I ate our dinner.
It’s funny to go from a high-stress day to an evening at a local bar with a couple of beer drinking rednecks. I laughed all night as they told their stories. One of them is a carpenter and the other (toothless, I might add) installs hot tubs for a living. As we sat there, I felt the stress drain away. I looked around at the people. I knew almost everyone. It was unusual to see any man who was not wearing a baseball hat of some kind. (Thank God, T does NOT wear a hat!) There were John Deere caps, lots of hats supporting our high school, and plenty of folks displaying their Nascar preferences. There were a lot of flannel shirts, plenty black t-shirts, and not one necktie to be seen.
I love my life in Hillbilly Heaven. I told this to T when we were sitting at the table alone. He asked me why. Remember the phase, “She needs to get off her high horse?” Well, it’s tough to stay on that high horse too long in Redneck Country.