Now. If I could only find the damn key to the damn filing cabinet.
Why can't I embrace my good fortune? Why do I obsess over the one little thing that goes wrong, instead of relishing the many things that are right?
I'd planned this day well, I thought. The last day of a long weekend, I could get some work done, finish unpacking (or at least come close), watch a little baseball (and maybe some football), catch up on reading online journals, and rest up for the week ahead. That was the plan, until I tried to open the filing cabinet.
Apparently when the guys the Boss sent were moving it, they pushed the spring lock to keep the drawer from sliding open. That would have been okay if I'd had a key. I spent most of the day, time I was planning to spend on other pursuits, looking through every box I have for a key that would open the cabinet. And then looking again, in the same boxes. And then one more time.
Nothing I needed today was in that cabinet. I can probably get by for a day or two without getting inside it, unless the Boss calls tomorrow and demands one of the files locked securely away in it. I can keep busy for days just on the work already spread out on my desk. Sooner or later, though, the time will come and I'll have to get at the contents of the cabinet.
As I told Mom, you'd think that if I kicked it just right, it would spring open. As she pointed out to me, there are several pages of locksmiths in the phone book, just waiting for my call.