I started the day, as too often I do, with an explosive reaction to something that, upon reflection, wasn't as bad as I made it out to be. My employee, who is with me in Long Beach, make some very serious mistakes in producing packets of information. My promise to myself that I'd be calm in the face of such things quickly went out the window. I came close to firing her. She screwed up, but she didn't deserve the lambasting I gave her. I bought her a couple of margaritas tonight while she used my notebook computer to check her email. I did apologize, sometime later in the day, but I can speak from experience about how much such apologies mean. That would be zip.
Shit.
I would sure like to go to Catalina Island tomorrow, instead of the trade show. Better for everyone, I think, but my business sense says no.
Maybe I'll just take a bottle of gin to the trade show floor. Join me for a toast to the downtrodden?
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