judecorp | Productivity Goal: 24

I left home at 9:00 this morning to get to a home visit at 9:30 that was a mile away. I gave myself plenty of time to clean off the car well and find somewhere to park. I slid and slipped all around my little one-way neighborhood and got onto the main road, where a school bus full of elementary children fishtailed and slid and almost hit me. I'm so glad the schools were in session today. At the light, I turned onto another main road where a car slid through the red light in the other direction and I had to swerve out of the way of him. At this point, I decided to hell with my 9:30, and I drove to work. I arrived to an illuminated voicemail light, and a message from my 9:30 mom telling me she was cancelling our appointment. Half an hour later, I called my 10:45 in Mission Hill and they told me it was a nightmare out there, and to stay at work.

I am one of two people in my office who has not yet billed anything this week, and I am incredibly anxious about it. At this rate I will be working 60-hour weeks for the next 6 months to make up all the time. So I was determined to go to my 1:00 and 2:00. At noon, my 2:00 calls and cancels on me because the children are sick. I head out to my 1:00 at 12:30 and drive around Southie for thirty minutes looking for parking. I eventually park on Broadway, well aware of the "No Parking During Snow Emergency" signs but sit comfortably in the fact that a) there are 20 other cars there and b) it's Southie. I walk 15 minutes in the snow back to the projects to get to my family's apartment.

THEY ARE NOT HOME.

I slush 15 minutes back to my car, drive back to work, and promptly collapse in a heap at my desk. I am so frustrated and anxious and stressed and unhappy and full of HATE.

I have still billed ZERO hours this week.