[NOTE: this is a re-post from a moment ago, after I realized tumblr wouldn’t display an animated .gif. Hopefully, the link above works.]
I’m not a sports guy, but this is (I think) a good illustration of what happened to me this morning.
This week, a customer called and asked about the status of the part I had ordered for his computer. I came in last week, but I had forgotten to call him to let him know (which is why I always ask customers to call me if they haven’t heard from me…because, well…ADD.)
So I said, “Sure…the part’s already here, and I have it ready to go. How about Friday morning?”
So, I get in the car to head over to his house, and…
<cut to metaphor>
I (represented by the white player, whose name I don’t know and can’t see, with the ball), was ready to deliver and install the part (the entire job is represented by the ball), when ADD (represented by LeBron James), with complete confidence, jumps up and pimp-slaps the job out of my hand.
<cut back from metaphor>
I swear I remember putting the part and paperwork in my car to deliver when it arrived, thinking “see? I’m planning ahead!”
I just scoured my car. It’s not there. I’m tearing apart the house looking for it…it’s not there either.
So, I had to (embarrassingly) call the customer to reschedule, explaining “uhh….I don’t know where I put the part.”
<shakes fist at sky…CURSE YOU, FAULTY BRAIN!>