It had been a horrible day. I woke up late and jumped out of bed planning on getting started with my morning, but instantly knew something was wrong. I was dizzy, my neck was stiff, I had a horrible head ache and just felt all together bad. I went back to bed and didn’t get up again until about 9:30. I didn’t feel much better then, but I had a list of things a mile long to get done that day. My poor kiddos suffered through my day with me. In hind sight I think it would have been better to have put things on hold instead of trying to plow through them.
About noon I received an email reminder about a deadline. I was to go to a specific store and buy a certain product, try it, and post a review online. I had tried to find it before, but the product wasn’t yet on the shelves. I gave all the kids tasks and headed to the store in search of the product so I wouldn’t miss the deadline.
Once again at the store I still couldn’t find the product. This time I found the manager and explained that I was contracted by the brand to promote it in that particular store and asked if he would help me find it. The manager blew me off. I was so surprised as this is something I do quite often and managers are usually really helpful. I insisted as tactfully as I could and finally he found a product for me that was from the same brand, but not the specific one I was looking for. He told me that was all the store had. Increasingly surprised at the lack of support I asked if he might not be able to check the computer or even find the product for me at a different store.
He then handed the task to another employee, but told the guy to go help ring up the line of people at the cash resister first. Even the employee looked surprised at this point and said, “Wow, I would think you’re more important, but I guess I have to go ring these people up.” I waited patiently and the guy did finally help me though I never did find the product.
Empty handed I went home. I set my purse down and walked through my room and bathroom toward the closet. I looked up in the bathroom mirror as I walked by and stopped in horror as I noticed my appearance. I was in jeans and tennis shoes–no surprise there, with a huge comfy T-shirt, and no makeup, but what caught my eye was my…hair. I looked a fright in a hastily made ponytail. It was obvious I hadn’t even brushed my hair that morning! But wait, it got worse. It was like maybe my toddler had pulled my hair out of my ponytail at three different spots making these huge bumps of hair all coming out of the ponytail.
Ah ha ha ha. No wonder the manager did not give me the time of day. Here I was thinking he was very unprofessional when I was the one that was very unprofessional. I blame it on the migraine! I took something and began to feel human about two hours later. Whew!