So this is what Hell's like....

When my boss came up to me on Wednesday evening to tell me he'd be working from home the next day, I didn't think much about it. Little did I know what was in store for me.

Being pretty obsessive about my work, I usually know what has to be done, by when.. so I had it all planned out in my head. My six PPTs were supposed to be ready to be shipped out by 1.00 PM, and I had the rest of the day to do whatever came my way. No biggie.

Everyone in life has a nemesis, and it turns out that mine is Microsoft Power Point. Aside from having a rather irrational fear of power point, my system at work decided to throw another spanner in the works by crashing every time I opened more than one presentation. But me being me, kept it cool, and just asked for a little more time to send them across.. By 4.30, when none of the presentations had been sent and the calls were beginning to come in, I was starting to feel the heat a little. And there's something a little more scary about international calls coming in to fire you rather than national.. it's almost like they're going to try and get their moneys worth. Would this be an appropriate time to mention that the air conditioner at work had given up the ghost as well?

Anyway, I finally managed to send them out only to have them fly straight back into my inbox with raging messages from the client about inconsistencies in color schemes (all due to a very bad brief), calculation errors (ok, my bad).. and then eventually something about a consolidated PPT deck created across all the others...(blink)...... By this time I was beginning to hyperventilate. Being cold and heartless as clients are meant to be, they just steam rolled through my panic and misty eyes, and continued to call every three minutes till I finally snapped and called my boss and dumped all over him.

Eventually, we never really got all the work done, it was 11.00 at night, and I was the last one at work, with no cab, and I needed to get home. So we prioritized, and got through as much as we could, and resigned ourselves to a filthy email in the morning.

Oh, to add to this, I am also pms-ing, and been off the nicotine for 48 hours.

Finally I lock up and leave, and of course cant find a ric, so I start trekking to the main road, and wouldn't you know it, I walk right into cow dung.. not just stamp in it but walk through a huge pile of it.. enough of it to actually slow me down (that's how I noticed it). By this time I was starting to lose my will to fight, so other than muttering a few curses, I just carried on.

When I reached home, you'd think that's the end of a god awful day, but wait, I have to keep working! As I struggle to finish my days work, I somehow drop my phone, annoy my mother and to cap it off, my computer stalls! Finally, finally I finish up, and all that's left is to send the damn file out.. surprise surprise, the website is down. So an hour later, at 2.45 to be precise, the possibly worst day of my life thankfully draws to a close..

I usually end all my posts on a relatively optimistic and uplifting note, but I can't think of anything salvageable about this day. So my advice to you is, if you find your day turning down this path, call in sick for the rest of the day, run home, crawl under your blanket and go to sleep.