Postless

I actually wrote a post yesterday a pretty good post, from my point of view, but I never posted, not because I did not want to but because, I guess I ran out of time. Yesterday, was a typical Friday. The boss was gone and I was not in charge, unless I was not told I was in charge, so why stress? I spent most of the day caching up on things round my office. Actually, I had a meeting out in the neighborhood: a ride on the train in the middle of the day. In fact the post was about my tour of duty with this advisory board coming to an end. I hope to still post the document I wrote so I will leave the meeting at that, a great way get out of the office on a Friday.

I returned to the office about 2:00. Since I had been out in the community zipping round I had taxed the batteries in my chair and I needed to commit a couple of hours of uninterrupted charging of my wheelchair batteries to be sure I had the power to get home.

Fridays are funny, Fridays are always unpredictable. I started writing the blog for the day and I was sailing along when my phone rang. I took the call, gave the information requested and then went back to my blog. It took me a moment to get my rhythm back but I did by 3:30 I was coming into the last paragraphs fine, ninety minutes left in the day post before I leave , no problem. Staff begin drifting out for the weekend, last minute socialisms, “Have a great weekend…see you Monday”, “take it easy enjoy the weekend…” and a phone call. I glance at my post and minimize the screen to document my call. 4:30 I glance in the mirror and see Frank sticks his head in the door and mouths “good bye, have a good weekend”. I wave Frank out. As he leaves my phone call ends and I dash to the back, to the break area and unplug the coffee pot, empty the coffee and wash out the pot and head back to my office. 4:40 Just as I get back to my desk the phone rings again. I take the call, glancing at the clock and think to my self why now? This person probably had all day but NOW is calling for information. I close the screen again to bring up my call tracking software. It’s a weird call, it going to be a long call, this is a call which is going to run past the 5:00 clock. Push the clock out of your head and focus on the call I tell myself as Marsha stops in on her way out to say goodnight and good weekend, and that she will lock me in the office.

The call is from an extremely rural part of Utah. I doubt the caller is going to get the services they are seeking, especially tonight; which I bring to the caller’s attention but I doubt she understood jab I was thrusting. I too a deep breath and sighed as I watch the minute hand stop on “12” then move on. I finally close the call about ten minutes after the hour.

The office is silent, I m the only one there. I unplug myself from the charger with more then enough power to get home and stuff my backpack. I start the process to begin powering down my computer. I feel hurried as the screen flashes “Do you want to save this file” “NO” I think to myself just close yourself out “Are you sure” the system asks.

“NO.NO,NO I gotta go” I scream to my self.

The day has finally gotten hot, I noticed as I crashed out of the front door heading for the train. It felt good to be on my way home for the weekend. It was only after I had exited the train and I was headed down 300 West that I was thinking about my blog and realized I had not posted and worse yet I may not have saved the post. I know the post was greater then 600 words, a good post, which I hope is not lost. We’ll see on Monday. I try not to think about the post on the way home, convince myself a lost post does not matter—but it does. A good post is a terrible thing to loose.