A Bad Day Turned Good

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic
The title says it all.

Submitted: April 23, 2007

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Submitted: April 23, 2007



The enchanted autumn leaves rustled about as they danced to the sweet melody of the warm breeze outside of my dingy office window.  My office once was a janitor closet.The walls were painted a dull grayish blue, which was a rather depressing shade.  I often suggested to paint the walls a brighter color, but I never convinced my boss to do so.  I thought he should work in the office for a day and see if his opinion would change.  When I flipped on the light switch that morning, one of two bulbs burned out, leaving the room with a dull, tiring feel.  I was unable to find any replacement bulbs in the entire building, just the first of many things to go wrong that day.
As I stared out my window, day-dreaming about the upcoming birth of my first child, my boss came in with a large stack of files to go through and file away.  I thought  the whole time he was in my office how nice it would be to get off early and go to the park to watch the children play and feed the ducks on the pond.  With all the extra work piled high upon my old oak desk, that looked like it came from the salvage yard, I wouldn't get to leave early.  I would stay late to get my work done for an important board meeting early the next morning.
My worn-out, swivel chair creaked as I stood to start on the files.  There was a tan filing cabinet with five drawers, that when opened squeaked even louder than the chair, to the far right corner of my office behind the door.  As I went around to the other side of my desk, the phone rang.  Instead of going back around to my chair to answer it, I simply reached over to pick up the receiver.  As I quickly brought the receiver to my ear, the cord caught on the corner of a manila file folder on the bottom of the stack.  Before I knew it, the files were spread across the brown-and-blue, striped rug upon the floor.  Papers were everywhere.  Frustrated with what just happened, I answered the phone with an irritated tone in my voice without realizing I was speaking to a customer.  The man who called just laughed and asked if I was having a bad day.  Letting out a sigh, I simply answered, "You have no idea."  I apologized to him and asked what I could do for him.  
"I have a project that needs to be done by tomorrow afternoon, and you are the only one that can make it happen that quickly," responded the customer.
Disturbed by all the work I already had to accomplish, I really didn't want to be responsible for another project.  In the past the customer always understood and had been great to work with, so I was hoping he would sympathize this time as well.  "Today is really a bad day to start something new and have it done by tomorrow.  My schedule is already keeping me here late today," I explained.
"I understand you're really busy, and it is such a beautiful day.  But this project came up at the last minute and could be a really huge opportunity for both of us," he went on to urge me into helping him.
Not understanding what he meant by "both of us,"  I went around the desk and sat down.  "What do you mean both of us?  How am I involved other than doing the project? How am going to benefit from it?"
The customer proceeded to explain the situation to me.  Doing this project would make my name well known in the field, and could lead to many other, more profitable projects in the future, even job offers from major companies.  I agreed to do the project but couldn't guarantee it to be done completely by the next day, which he understood.
My boss strolled into my office as I hung up the phone.  One glance at the mess on the floor from the files turned him instantly red.  My stomach did flip-flops, my hands were getting clammy, and I looked at him horrified.  I began to explain what had happened, but he didn't want to hear an excuse.  "Get this picked up now and get into my office," he said sternly as he turned to leave.
With the fear of getting fired, I quickly piled up the papers and folders and set them on my desk to straighten them later.  Thankfully all papers had the customers' name on each piece so filing would be easier.  
I glanced out my window before going to my boss's office and noticed an ambulance racing down the highway with the sirens blaring and lights flashing.  The pit of my stomach sank with a feeling that something had happened to someone I knew.  I shook off the feeling and headed to my boss's office on the other side of the building.  He motioned me to sit in a worn, gold, plush chair.  The queasy feeling was back in the pit of my stomach.  I was wondering if something happened, and he was the one to tell me.
"I'm afraid I have some bad news and good news," he began.  I was feeling nauseous as I could feel my face becoming pale.  "You all right?  You don't look very good.  You're not going into labor, are you?"
"I . . . I'm fine sir.  You were saying?"  Even though I was having contractions off and on during the morning, I thought they were caused by stress.
"The meeting has been moved to this evening.  That is the bad news.  The good news is that the president of the company we are meeting with has asked that you join meeting and pitch your ideas on the project," my boss explained.
I was ecstatic with such a great opportunity but at the same time overwhelmed with my work load already with the files and project I had agreed to a few moments earlier.  I was extremely relieved to not be fired, and he didn't give me any horrible news about my family.  Not wanting to let my boss down, I graciously accept the task."How am I going to get all this work done?" I asked myself.
Back in my office working on the files, I found myself again staring out the window at the beautiful autumn day.  I was done with the files after working on them most of the morning.  About to start the reports for the meeting that evening, I noticed my mom pull into the driveway in her pale green Intrepid.  Not knowing why she was there (she didn't believe in bothering people at work), I quickly went to the front door to greet her.
By the panic in her face and her trembling hands, I knew my feeling was right.  Something had happened.  Mom raced through the front door and said, "Come with me. Your dad had a heart attack, and the ambulance had to rush him to the hospital."  
I turned around to grab my keys off my desk.  My boss heard some commotion and came out of his office to see what was happening.  I quickly explained and told him I appreciated the offer for the meeting, but my family was more important.  He understood and said to just go; he would explain things at the meeting.  I hugged my mom as she started to cry.  We ran out the door and to her car.  I left my car there because I didn't want her to drive alone to the hospital.
"What else can go wrong?" I asked myself.  My heart raced, and thoughts of not having my dad around were unbearable.  I started to cry as we drove 70 mph on the way to the hospital.  My dad and I haven't had a real good relationship since I was really young.  I'm not sure why.  I think he didn't know how to raise a girl.  I am the youngest of four and the only girl.  Even though we had our differences, I still loved my dad and would always need him.  
We arrived at the emergency room entrance 40 minutes later.  The hospital is an enormous red brick building with two parking ramps attached.  There was a small parking lot to left of the emergency room entrance.  The paramedics had already arrived and were kind enough to stay there until we arrived to give us the details on my dads condition.  My mom was frantic, and I was trying to stay calm for her sake.  
"He's stable and alert.  The doctor said to wait in the family room, and they will get you when they are done running all tests,"  expressed one of the paramedics.  
The family waiting room was very small but quaint.  A maroon and tan sofa sat against one wall, and two tan arm chairs sat against the other.  A television was in the corner near the door.  I never could understand who could watch T.V. when his loved ones are in the emergency room.  An oversized cream colored lamp found its home on the end table placed between the two chairs.  Also on the table was a beautiful brown leather Bible.  The binding was worn.  I could tell it had been used by several families and friends.  My mom was sitting on the edge of the sofa nervously awaiting the doctors to give her the okay to see my dad.  I had already made the phone calls to my three brothers and my husband, who were on their way to the hospital once we got off the phone.  I sat in the chair closest to the sofa and picked up the Bible.  Running my shaky hand over the soft, worn leather, I began to pray that everything would be okay.  
I had been having contractions through out day, but I didn't want to say anything to my mom knowing she would just worry.  She had enough to worry about.  Opening the pages of the Bible to a scripture I remembered my grandma reading every night, my water broke.  I didn't want to leave my mom alone and still didn't want to get her all worked up.  The nurse walked by the room.  I asked her to come in the room and I explained what was happening.  The nurse immediately got another nurse to sit with my mom until my brothers arrived.  My mom was worried about my dad and was scared for him, but also excited and happy about the arrival of her new grandbaby.  As the nurse was helping me into a wheelchair, the doctor came in.  "Everything looks great.  He is going to be back to himself within a few days.  You can see him now if you wish," said the doctor.  
My mom began to cry as she hugged me and wished me luck.  "I will let your dad know you were here and what's going on."
The nurse wheeled me to the obstetrics department and said she had one of the other nurses contact my husband to let him know I was in labor.  Within 20 minutes, my husband arrived.  My husband was so scared and worried about me when he heard what happened with dad that he ran out of work without letting anyone know he left.  When he got to the hospital, a nurse greeted him at the door and explained that I was in labor.Overwhelmed with both my dad in the emergency room and me in labor, he raced to be with me.  I was just about to go into the delivery room when my husband came through the door.  I had never been so glad to see him than at that moment.  Forty minutes later, we had a beautiful, healthy baby boy.  
Later that evening, my mom came to see her new grandson, and she had convinced the doctor to let her bring along my dad in a wheelchair.  My dad was already starting to get back to himself and was in good spirits for someone who just suffered from a heart attack early that day.  
"I'm proud of you," my dad whispered to me.  "You're going to be a great mom."
Tears ran down my cheeks like a waterfall.  The nurse came in carrying a huge bouquet of flowers with a card and said they had just been delivered.  Confused on who would send me flowers this quickly when my family was already there with me, I opened the card.
"Congratulations on the new baby boy.  Hope your dad is doing okay.  Let's reschedule the meeting for a time when things calm down for you," signed by the president of the company I was to meet that evening.
The next morning was already going better than the day before.  My boss came to see me and offered me a promotion once I returned back to work.  I gladly accepted the position my boss offered. The customer who I was to do the project for had heard about what had happened.  He called my boss and explained how I agreed to take his project despite my full schedule and thought he should express his gratitude to my boss.  My boss had finished the project for him on time.  
That day will always remind me that life is short and I shouldn't let the small, inconvenient things ruin my day.  Even though I have a bad day, good can still come out of it.

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