Went downhill fast

Man, when a day starts out really good, you should be suspicious. I had a huge project due today at noon. Get to the office in a pretty good mood. Glad to get this job off the desk. Did one final review of the drawings and sent copies to the printers to have large sheets printed of the drawings. Planned to send the sealed and signed drawings to the architect and then have lunch with Debbie. It took a bit longer than I expected to get the copies ready for the printer. The drawings came back just in time for me to sign them and then go to lunch. Ah. Got that out of the way. Debbie and I went to a restaurant that I went to several years ago that had a great Cobb salad. Debbie and I both like Cobb salads, though neither of us know why it is called a Cobb salad. Not much cob in the ones we've had. But, they are a good chef salad. Anyway, the restaurant is closed. Permanently, or so it appears. A bit of a snafu, but not a huge one although we drove several miles to get there. Luckily, there was a good BBQ restaurant not far away. We had a good lunch. I had some great ribs and Debbie had a salad with smoked chicken. I take Deb back to her office and return to mine. I sit down to start another task and get a phone call from an architect. The contractor in Norman wants to know if I can review the concrete mix designs that the architect sent to me yesterday. Contractor needs them today. OK. Won't take long to do that. Just as I start that, the wheels start coming off the happy bus. The architect for the big project, the one I just finished making copies for, calls and said he only received 20 of the 27 sheets that I had printed. ruh roh. OK. I will resend the copies to the printer and have new ones made. I sent the 7 missing sheets to the printers. They are only a few blocks away and usually have hard copies in our office within 10 minutes of us sending the files by email. 30 minutes later, nuthin'. 45 minutes later, nuthin'. I resend the files. Another 20 minutes, and nuthin'. I decide to print them myself using the piece o' crap plotter that has a mind of its own. About 5 attempts to plot using that boat anchor piece of garbage plotter and as I am seriously contemplating tossing the plotter out the front door whilst avoiding hitting any windshields, the phone rings. The printing company cannot use the files I sent almost 2 hours ago. They are corrupted somehow. Just as I hang up with that guy, the architect calls and says he's waiting for the missing sheets. I am efforting and hope to have the drawings PDQ. I recreate the copies, send them to the printing company, and within about 5 minutes the guy is delivering the sheets. Friday the 13th is unlucky, huh? Whatevah! Thursday the 13th ain't so hot either, Bub. I took the signed drawings to the architect who was waiting in downtown OKC. I sat down to start the submittal review that the other guy asked me to get out today. The phone rings. ruh roh. A third architect wants to know if I sent the drawings to him by overnite mail. No. I told him I would not have that stuff ready until tomorrow afternoon. Oh. He misunderstood and thought I meant he would have them tomorrow. He's in Tulsa, by the way. Can I have the drawings to him first thing in the morning? Thursday the 13th, huh? dang. I'm thinkin' there will be some road rage on the way home...

Have a better day.