It has finally happened and the fuckery has reared it’s oblong shaped head.
Everyone fucks up, everyone has an off day and everyone rests comfortably knowing they will indeed make a mistake.
It wasn’t a colossal mistake, it wasn’t one that had dire consequences. Nobody was limping off the field or suffering a monumental breakdown. Nope, this was a wounding of the ego, a blow to the pride, where I was the only injured party.
While my night at the clinic ends at 8 pm, I usually wrap up anywhere between 7:15 and 7:45, leaving me enough time to write my session notes and do my charting. So , I should have tried to better prepare myself for a squeezed in session at 7:30.
This gave me no breathing room as a had a family session from 6:30 until 7:30 with a family of 5. The session was going well, I was observing how the children interacted while they played a game and was checking in with Mom and Dad about events since our last session. I had taken some notes, asked some questions and had just assigned some homework that I wanted them to work on during the upcoming month between sessions.
When I looked over and saw that it was indeed 7:30 and I had to do my best to get them out of the office without making them feel thrown out. Especially because I had to give my next client every one of the 30 minutes before the day ended. Which started a small mental brush fire as I already felt rushed knowing that I would have to finish every aspect of my notes during the session as I didn’t want to be the reason anyone was staying past 8.
So they kids were almost out the door and Mom and Dad were being gracefully rushed out when I looked at the hallway clock & noted that it was 7:03 and not 7:30. I practically exhaled the fuck as my face planted into my palm and I ushered the family back in with apologies and a feebly attempted explanation. With all the confidence I could manage I sat them back down and said with a chuckle, “Now that you’re confident in my superior abilities I’d like to ask you about….”
…..until next week .