I like when the time changes at this time of the year. I feel like I’m getting a little something extra simply by setting my clock back an hour. But what’s the big deal really? It’s just one hour, right? What can happen in one itty bitty little hour?
Let me share a true story with you.
I arrived at work at exactly 7:20 am this morning. I know this because I had to sign in. Yes, I signed my name and time on a good old fashioned log sheet. After I fulfilled my role in this archaic practice, I entered my office, rolled my bag into a corner, removed my coat and hung it on the back of my chair. Then I turned the chair around to have a sit. The next thing I knew I was sliding off the chair and had to catch myself before I hit the floor. This near fall brought my attention to an unexpected surprise, which sent me to the restroom. We don’t have to talk about it. It happens. I felt a little faint, seriously, but I pulled myself together and returned to my office as quickly as I could.
I logged on my computer and decided to do something else while it started up. I went to the break room to make a cup of peppermint tea and to prepare a bowl of pumpkin spice oatmeal. The warm aromas helped put any lingering unpleasantness behind me.
By the time I returned to my office with my goodies, it was almost 8:00 am. I had plenty of time to check emails and prepare for my first meeting, but I thought I’d better change out of my sneakers, which are a necessity for my daily train commute. I was excited because I had brought my brand new ankle boots with the zipper in the back to wear. I put the left boot on with no problem, but the right one was a different story. The zipper was broken. I wish I’d known that before I stuck my foot in the boot and zipped it up. The zipper got stuck at the top, but the rest of it was busted wide open. Naturally, I thought I could just pull my foot out and work on the zipper. You know I couldn’t get my foot out!
Can you imagine your foot getting stuck in a boot at work? I hadn’t even been at work for an hour, and this is what I was dealing with on a Monday morning. I pulled and tugged, turning my foot all over the place trying to force it out. I nearly fell out of my chair from leaning over and trying to see how to undo the situation. When I finally freed my foot, I was so relieved. Thankfully there were no witnesses. I just went on about my day and pretended that it never happened.