Hello. It’s Belinda.
My first week as a manager went pretty smoothly.
Abigail, the novelist I hired, got her work done ahead of time. So her first blog post was ready to go for Wednesday’s email. Next week’s chapter is also done, so I’m off the hook with that too.
I hope you read Abigail’s first post. It’s a “cliffhanger” and you do not want to miss what happens next in her novel.
All I can say is it’s easy to be a good manager when you have employees like Abigail. She’s on her game, if you know what I mean.
And it’s a good thing the week was easy because, on Sunday, I had an accident at home.
I’m OK, but I had to go to the vet. I even had to get an X-ray of my elbow.
You might wonder if I have “carpal tunnel” from all the extra paperwork at my job or from trying to dig an actual tunnel.
The truth is a lot more embarrassing. I was goofing around on the furniture and I slipped and fell. I landed the wrong way and I hit my elbow on the floor.
My roommate saw the whole thing. I tried to act like everything was fine, but you can’t hide anything from her.
First thing she did was put me in the pen so I couldn’t run up and down the steps. I did a lap to show her my leg didn’t hurt but the problem was it did hurt.
When it got bad I lifted my paw off the floor and held it in the air. I tried to act casual, like it was just a new way to stand.
Next thing you know I’m on my way home from the vet with some pain medicine and doctor’s orders to “take it easy” for the week. I had to call in sick on Monday and Tuesday, which is the last way I wanted to start my new role.
My agent took care of getting Abigail settled and excused me from some meetings. She was very understanding about the whole thing, which is more than I can say for my roommate.
And here’s why. On Tuesday morning, when my roommate was rinsing out my water bowl, she gave me a side look.
“Belinda, I keep thinking about this accident. About the timing.”
I wasn't sure where she was going.
“You play on the steps and on the furniture all the time. But the day before you start your new position, you fall and get hurt.”
Then she said it.
She asked if my accident was “self-sabotage.”
I don’t need to prove myself to her.
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