Saturna

i woke up four hours and twenty minutes late this morning, making me nearly two hours late for work. i am rarely ever late - in fact, i am usually requesting to get started on a house an hour before the regular time.

i then proceeded to break a lamp base first thing in this house, which i had never before cleaned. apparently they are some of my boss's favorite clients. they needed their house spotless for a party thursday night. it is spotless. i stayed an extra hour, but then on the last thing i was cleaning (the bathtub), a ceramic top to a jar slipped out of my hand and broke in the tub, and i cut my hand. not a bad cut or anything.

just, sheesh. the clients had left me a $20 dollar tip, which was so generous and kind - i have a couple of clients that tip me, but most do not tip. i wrote them a card, apologized for my greatest lack of dexterity in all my years at this job, and left the $20 towards the damages.

i hope they are not pissed, and i hope that the cleanliness of their home can make up somewhat for bearing the brunt of my having a very disoriented day.

i called and postponed my second house for today and just came home. i knew i did not need to be working at that point, in tears, aggravated at myself, and feeling terrible for hurting someone's things.

i know it is just bound to happen with this job, but despite the menial nature of it, i take great pride in my work. i get pissed at myself when tardiness or clumsiness comes in the way of what is usually a stellar performance on my part.

off to shower long and very hot, then sit on the couch, read my good book, and recover. everyone was so nice to me regarding my off day - now i just have to be.

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