Paulette Delcourt: Bad Days and Bennigan's Memorial Beers
Maybe my bad day wasn't so bad after all. A look at the meaning of Memorial Day puts life in perspective.
Tuesday morning, my boss forwarded me an email about a co-worker. I responded to the email, when suddenly I realized the reply went to my co-worker—not my boss. My dilated pupils stared in disbelief at the screen. My eyes, impaired by a pair of crunchy contact lenses and a hyperactive “fight or flight” response struggled to grasp what I had done. Within seconds I sent a retraction with a smiley face emoticon, but the cold-hearted recipient seemed to relish in her reply—“Was this intended for me?” she inquired. She knew full well it was not. It was an embarrassing, mood-altering mistake. There I was without even a stale piece of Halloween candy to soothe me, left to sit in the stew of my careless error. A few hours later, my son came home …
Paulette Delcourt
11:31 pm on Thursday, June 7, 2012
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