I am conscientious, goddammit!

Life is so amusing, all star-gazing and buzzing bees at times, but always ready to give you the smack down too.

I was feeling pretty good about my work performance when I left the office yesterday. I even told my mom last night that I felt "accomplished." I very calmly worked my way through a 57-ish-step process to get the authors paid using various databases and programs. I really have no business being in Quick Books, or anywhere remotely near numbers and line items, so when I managed to get everything out yesterday with an hour to spare in my work day, I gave myself a mental pat on the proverbial back.

PREMATURE!

The second email I read this morning upon my arrival to work was from our Editor-in-Chief. You know, the big cheese. The guy we need to keep happy and provide total administrative support for. He had a conference call scheduled with one of our Sr Associate Editors this morning. But guess what? I totally and completely and utterly and wholly forgot. I did not send him a reminder. I did not send him the accompanying documentation that he needed. I did not do a goddamn thing. He ended up canceling before I even had a chance to reply to him. (Damn that time difference sometimes! I could have pulled it off if I were in New London!)

I'm trying to shake it off, I mean, it was an honest mistake. I didn't fuck up his day and the day of the other Sr Associate Editor on purpose. And I am doing my own job plus the job of another woman, who is currently out on maternity leave, and this was a task she would normally attend to, but still. Major fuck up!

I hate when this type of shit happens. I remember things. I am on top of things. I am conscientious, goddammit!! Wtf happened?

I simply forgot, I get it. I get that the event is unfortunate but no real crisis. I get that I shouldn't let it ruin my day. But it does make me wonder what else is falling off. What else is there that I should be doing, but I have completely forgotten about?

But, I'm moving on. I'm rationalizing. I'm making allowances for my own poor addled brain. I mean, it's better to miss an important reminder email at work that to forget your child at daycare, right?

Thank god, Jacquie is there if I do though!