As a form of therapy, I've just got to get this story out of my head...
So, I've got this adventure coming up this weekend where I'll be do some camping in Vermont (more to come on this, of course). Rather than fly up my gear, I had the brilliant idea of giving it to my buddy Greg who's driving up to Vermont. There was only one small detail - I had to get my crap over to Greg who works and lives about 30 - 45 minutes away in Maryland.
That may not sound like a big distance, but our schedules were just not matching up. Finally, I decided to bite the bullet and just drive my stuff over to him while he's at work. Sure, it would mean taking a chunk out of my work time, but it would be worth it. We agreed on a time and we were all set.
Now, normally I'd screw this up by leaving at say 11:35am, when our agreed upon time was 11:45am. I wouldn't do this intentionally, I'd just be trying to get that last thing done before I bolted.
The second way I'd mess this up is to get on the road and realize I don't exactly know how to get to his place (I do this, without fail, every time I go to the orthodontist - another reason to dislike braces!). The result of course is that I'd end up being late.
So, imagine my absolute joy when I pulled into his parking lot at 11:43am. Bam, I was perfect!
And then it hit me. Uh oh. Did I really? Oh crap, I might just have. Quick, check the trunk.
Yep, you guessed - I left the actual gear that I was going to drop off to him at home. Aaaarrrrrgggghhhhhhh!
All this effort, and I didn't accomplish the one thing I intended.
Now - on a good note, I did have a perfectly delightful lunch with Greg. And, I did get some time away from the computer where I could think through a couple of problems, and that can also be considered a good thing.
Yeah, this one's going to take a fair amount of effort to find the silver lining in.