It is 4.30pm and it has been a challenging day for a number of reasons.
There has been a nagging voice in the back of your head since first thing, only now the volume has crept up many notches and it is virtually dancing along at the same pitch and intensity as your heartbeat.
You know the feeling, you left the house this morning and you are sure that you closed the downstairs windows. You know you did.
The little voice in your head still keeps banging on though. It won’t be quietened, it gets louder.
You must have closed it, you would just know, wouldn’t you?
It’s the same thing with Sir: you did complete the Journal Task he had spent considerable time thinking about and then carefully scripting, didn’t you?
Perhaps you did do as requested, but the Sent Folder in your email tells a different story.
Sir did say it was an important reflective Task that needed your clear focus and detailed response AND it is due today at 5pm.
The blood coursing around your veins seems very loud now, heartbeat is up, your adrenalin is starting to flow, that tingle in the fingers and slight shaking feeling is becoming more noticeable.
Still no sign of the Task! Try the Draft Folder, it will be in there surely?
No!
Deleted Folder? That is empty because you purged it this morning!
What to do? Do you frantically try to bash up a response and send it to Sir, hoping that what will be a rushed and poor effort, lacking detail and substance, will be acceptable? You know the bar for Tasks is set very high so that will not work.
You could sit tight and hope that Sir has forgotten the Task and will not chase you for it? You know that Sir never forgets, so that option will not work either.
Apologise and say you forgot about the Task, work has been very busy, the cat got sick, your best friend had a meltdown, the sun didn’t set, etc? That is as plausible as the seas drying up and man actually did land on the Moon.
It is now 4.55pm. The world is imploding.
It is time to face the wrath of Sir, time to be very, very humble and sincerely apologetic, hoping for some mercy and understanding, but knowing that is highly unlikely. Totally unlikely, that’s not going to happen.
Quick, think of something to appease Sir with, some gift or action that will get you off the hook! Your mind races and whirls, unable to latch onto anything to offer.
The phone rings, it’s 5pm. It could be a customer or one of your friends, but you know it isn’t.
“Hello Sir, err, how are you this afternoon?” …………………………….
