Day 271: Procrastination wins again!

How is it when a day goes downhill, it really goes downhill?

I had a tight schedule all day long, but I had faith I could get everything done.

On my lunch break, head over and pick up meds for one of the cats, then after work on my way to an event at 545 I would swing into the pet store and grab food.

Everything was in place and I thought I had it all figured out. Part of the reason I had to do so much today was because I wanted to go home early two nights ago.

Too bad everything went off track by the time my feet hit the floor this morning.

I woke up late, something happened and one of my 2 alarms didn't go off. Not that it would have mattered, I would have slept late anyway.

By the time I woke up, and started getting ready I remembered I was supposed to stop by a friend's house and feed her cats, preferrably before work.

I quickly realized that wasn't going to happen and now I was going to have to rearrange the rest of my day and fit it in on my lunch break.

Once I got to work things were moving pretty smoothly, then my boss asked what I'm doing for lunch... crap!

I told him about my plans but said they could wait. You don't just tell your boss you can't go to lunch with him because you have to feed cats.

Not to mention, cats are hearty creatures and I knew they would be fine until I could get off of work.

Ok, so now both of the things I needed to do for my cats are on hold.... but it's ok.. I could at least take care of my friends.

It would have to be a quick trip, but I could do it... I would race there, beat the clock, get it done... and race out and on to my next destination.

I'm the master of cramming a lot of things into the allotted time (or at least I think I am).

But all my dreams of success were quickly dashed when one of the guys in my department asked if I was leaving work at 5.

I knew he'd been having car trouble, and probably needed a ride... another crap!

I agreed, and took him to the nearby public transportation station... still thinking I could make it the cats as I started heading up the road I realized it wasn't going to happen.

So I made the judgement call and decided to go straight to the event and it was probably the best decision I made all day long because for the first time in a long time I was actually on time.

The event was a fantastic experience. I met some new people and got the chance to taste some really delicious wine created in an unusual location.... what could be better?

When it was all said and done I had a decision to make.... drive further away from my home to throw some food in a bowl only to head back down to see the cats 12 hours later.

I decided I would make a concious effort to wake up early in the morning and take care of the cats then.

Once at home I managed to find one last container of food so my cats could eat for the night.

Everything worked out in the end, and I'm not trying to make this minor fiasco into a big deal.

As the Encourager would say 'My first-world problem isn't even a blip on the radar screen for a lot of people.' and she's right.

Not to mention, you'd think I'd learn after many years of doing it, that procrastination doesn't pay off.

But if it hasn't sunk-in, in 39 years... it may not ever, especially since I'm flying out of town in 2 days and I haven't started packing yet.