I overslept today. Oh, man, did I ever.
Normally, I pick up my papers at about 3 a.m., because I have a 6:30 a.m. deadline for delivery. Even on the 3 or 4 days a year that I have off work, I always–ALWAYS–wake up by 3 a.m. to go to the bathroom, get a bottle for the baby, etc.
SO. This morning, I didn’t wake up when the alarm went off. Didn’t wake up when the paper called–twice–to see if I was okay. Didn’t wake up when they sent someone to my house and he BANGED ON THE DOOR. Didn’t wake up, in fact, until the third or fourth phone call, when I just barely, in some dim part of my sleep-fogged mind, caught the very last ring of the phone, and wondered who on earth would be calling me in the middle of the night?
It was after 6:00!!! I had almost 300 papers due on their respective doorsteps within the next half-hour, and I was still in my undies! Luckily, I got to the phone in time to talk to my boss, who assured me all was well. He and the other DMs had already split most of my routes, so all I had to do was pick up the last two.
The really sweet, touching thing is that they were all worried about me. When I got there, one of the DMs hugged me and very earnestly told me how glad he was that I was okay. Given my situation right now (split with my husband, etc), it was a very affirming and positive experience.
Good guys, those district managers.