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I woke up at 5:30 this morning to prepare for a client call first thing.  Brian asked me if I’d give him a ride to work, sure, why not, can pick up some coffee while I’m at it.

Then I see this little dog down the street barking at like, nothing.  It just seemed STRANGE.  Right in the middle of the street, nobody and nothing else around, barking, and just sitting there.  I am pretty familiar with the dogs in the neighborhood and I’ve never seen this one, so contrary to what Brian felt, I didn’t want to just shove him in somebody’s yard and go about my day.

So I drove down and got out of the car to see if it had any tags, newp.  Of course not.  The dog comes right up to me as if, “hold me, pick me up, take me take me!” Then he starts running off into traffic like a spazoid and I’m like “get over here!” I look around, hoping to see somebody looking for a dog or I don’t know what.  Gah.  So I open my car door, thinking if he knows his way home he won’t follow me, he’ll just wander home. Well? I don’t know!  He gets right in.  And so we take Brian to work, I’ll figure it out as I drive.

Call my dad, who says the dog may have a chip, and I should bring to Animal control.  Which I don’t like the idea of doing because they will dead him if nobody claims him or adopts him.  But I bring him there, thinking I’ll just leave my name and number and if nobody finds him I’ll figure something out. Drive across town, the “drop off” is closed due to vandalism and theft, come back when they open at 11am.

Now what.

This dog is in my office wanting all kinds of attention.  He’s cute, but I have work to do and oh, I’m allergic to the little guy.

As I was writing this, I noticed it got quieter in the room.  Then I hear a distant “ruff!” Sneaky fucker jumped out my window and was stuck out on my balcony.  It’s going to be a strange morning.

Well, I see he’s made himself at home. 

... to send me ”URGENT!” emails, is this a joke now?  Ya’ll are sick and twisted, and I freaking LOVE YOU.

Mine got lost in the series of tubes somewhere, but mel hooked me up.  :D I have 4 invites left if anybody needs one, just payin’ it forward. 

You felt compelled to read this post, didn’t you?  I apologize in advance, there is no actual emergency, this is only a test.

Woke up today and decided that today would be the day that I prioritize my morning ritual to meditate and do a bit of deep breathing and yoga before the day starts racing away.  I don’t do a LOT, because I’m not that evolved yet, and I don’t do this every day.  But I feel better on the days that I do, so I decided to make this a habit starting TODAY!  I took 15 minutes to clear my mind and stretch out the old bones, and was feeling all smugly-new-agey and zen and energized and ready to conquer the day.

Then, I get in and check email, and I read this in a subject line from a client: “HELP!”

This particular phrase, or it’s best friend, “URGENT!” really set me on fire.  That’s what those words are intended to do.  “OH no, something terrible has happened, I must throw my entire plan for the day out the window and address this right away!”

It’s instinct. 

Why must people do this?  lol As if I should apply PANIC to the situation they’re experiencing and address it above anything else going on in my day. 

And why is it that 99.999999999999% of the time it is OBJECTIVELY not an emergency situation?  It’s always something like, “I made a word bold by accident and I can’t figure out how to unbold it!”

If I were a doctor, EMT, fireman, police officer, then I could understand.  Unless you’ve blown up your website, please for the love of god, save the exclamation points for when you really really really need them. 

*and back to my zen state of mind*

Have a lovely, peaceful, productive day.  Dammit!

UPDATE:  Ok, so I’m back.  45 seconds later, crisis averted. lol I just wanted to say that I LOVE my clients, and this phenomenon is not exclusive to work situations.  I have friends who do this too.  “HELP!” People freak out, and I think it’s fascinating and funny. I suppose I used to be that way, but I’m learning not to get so rattled about STUFF.  Life is so much better that way.  :D