At 4:00 I got an email from a caregiver requesting a conference time. Conferences began today at 4. The link to sign up has been at the top of my newsletter for 5 weeks.
Yeah. I lost my bananas. LOST. MY. BANANAS.
I cannot even squeeze her in. I am booked solid–and I hate it when I am booked solid–I am never on time.
I had the sense enough to shut my computer and walk away. I visited with a few people, ranted to my good friend and grabbed a snack. Then, and only then, could I begin to work on this situation.
Do I really want to see this caregiver? Yep. Do I need to see this caregiver? Yep. Is this going to be a fun conference? Nope. Is is worth it? Yep.
After I looked over the schedule, I could see a way to solve the situation. Lucky for me, I have a person in my class whose caregiver teaches in the building. She had already spoken to me about how she was flexible in her scheduling and how her spouse wasn’t driving into town for the conference.
So I down the hall I went. I explained the situation to her. She generously agreed to change her conference time to tonight in order to accommodate the late comer. This in no way, shape or form was her emergency. Nor was it mine.
I am tired. This is the kind of stuff that is just so draining. This caregiver totally and completely expected me to accommodate her late request. Then she expected me to adhere to her scheduling needs. She expected me to ‘find’ her an appointment–which I did. But she was completely willing to have me stay later than necessary or meet on another day in order to accommodate her schedule with no regards to my time.
When did we get so incredibly selfish? And can it be fixed? #justsayin’