One Part Inspiration...

It had been a stressful morning.  I had an interview to go to, and I was running out of time.  I had been having little luck in preparation.  My best laid plans, for quickly pulling together some written material to take with me, went awry from the time I arrived at my desk.  I could not access the assessments on the computer because we had switched computers, and the information which my husband had transcribed to the external hard drive was inaccessible.  No matter which way I held my tongue, I was denied access. I resorted to 'Plan B' and went on the hunt for the hard copy of the same information.  I finally found it, but needed to delete given names on the assessment for confidentiality reasons.  This resulted in another mad dash around the house to find white-out.  It could not be found so I had to start cutting out small bits of white paper and taping them over the name so I could photo-copy it.  All the...

Some years ago, when I was still living at home, I invited a friend of my mom's to come for breakfast.  It was lovely except for one thing.  I forgot that she was coming.  By the time the doorbell rang, I had indulged in a rather large breakfast already.  I remember the feeling of looking through the peephole, seeing her there, and realizing what I had done.  I groaned inwardly, took a deep breath and opened the door with a smile.  I wasn't groaning because I didn't want to see her; rather, I groaned because I was very full and knew that I had to pull off pretending I hadn't forgotten about her visit. Today, history has repeated itself.  My husband gave me a new phone for Christmas and it has this handy little feature - a calendar in which I can type out my schedule to see at a moment's notice.  The problem with this is that in order to make the best use of said calendar, one has to look at it and figure out how all the events on the calendar wi...