At 6:58am this morning, approximately three minutes after I should have already left my house, I found myself still in a deep sleep, likely dreaming about spending the day in bed. Blurry-eyed, I squinted at my phone, then let out a loud expletive as I registered the time. As if tripping over an electrical cord, not being able to find my shoes, and having unruly hair wasn’t enough, I randomly had a nose bleed (shit! shit! shit! shit! shit!).
I ran out the door still sporting a hairstyle that is only acceptable during face-washing, and with a coat of mascara on only my right eye. It was a take-your-makeup-to-work kind of day. Once I properly aligned the buttons on my sweater (accidentally skip one button and you end up revealing much more than what’s acceptable for a Wednesday morning) and turned my skirt around, I considered myself to be presentable, given then circumstances.
Determined to prevent any further chaos from ensuing, I went straight to the office after babysitting and arrived well-before my usual check-in time. Over the course of the day, I was continually updating a database of PR contacts for the fashion closet. The entirety of the morning was spent sorting through press releases, categorizing them by their products, and entering the information into an eight-page Excel spreadsheet. I loved flipping through each company’s lookbook and ogling the upcoming trends—the first time around.
I was completely focused and finished my assignment faster than usual, so I took it upon myself to better organize the spreadsheet to make it more visually appealing. With one inadvertent click, my hours of work became irrelevant. I realized my mistake too late; the accurate information was unrecoverable. I basically managed to scramble all of the cells, it was like a 1000-piece jigsaw puzzle of grass—nothing was distinguishable.
I panicked for a solid three minutes, then ultimately admitted my wrongdoing to my boss. I was embarrassed, but my boss is extremely understanding and kindhearted (thankfully!). Fifty-six look books and two paper cuts later, I undid my disaster and saved one-hundred different versions of the document.
It could always be worse, right?
Are you as big of a mess as I am when/if you oversleep?
Have you ever made any serious mistakes in a professional setting? How did you handle the situation?