Communication is Hard

Yesterday afternoon my supervisor (Tami) asked if I could pick up our mutual boss (Dave) at the Kroger close to my house and take him to the office at 8:15. His car is in the shop. Tami went on to explain something unnecessary about how she would do it but it's so much closer for me [true story- like 40 minutes closer for me] and that she has to drop her kids off at school [also true. she has kids and I assume they go to school].

I must have zoned out at the point when she said "tomorrow" or "in the morning" or "AM". I didn't need to be convinced that I was the obvious choice for this assignment. I was instead thinking of the time Dave volunteered to drive an extra 3 hours to a meeting so that I could go watch my dad participate in the tractor pull at the county fair.  

I said of course I could pick him up.

That evening I was SO tired that I actually set an alarm for 8, when I needed to leave, so I didn't sleep through it. The alarm woke me as planned and I stumbled sleepily out the door to pick up Dave and take him to the office. I maybe should have given myself a little buffer wake-up time, because I was already part-way to work before I realized I'd missed the first step (picking up Dave) and had to turn around. Oops.

As a result of my crystal-clear post-nap thinking, I got to Kroger about 8 minutes late. No Dave. Weird.

At this point, for the FIRST TIME it crossed my mind that maybe Tami meant 8:15 am. Tomorrow. That would make a lot more sense.  

I call Dave. Voicemail.  

I call Tami. Voicemail.  

I text Dave. No answer.  

I text Tami. No answer.

I sit in my cozy car listening to my current book on cd until 8:45, assuming by this point Dave would have at least tried to call me if he can't find me, and then I drive home. Just as I'm pulling into my driveway, and very sorrowful and apologetic Dave calls. He needs a ride in the morning. He's UBER sorry.

About ten minutes later, Tami calls. "I guess I should have said 'tomorrow' or 'Thursday', but I figured when I said I needed to drop my kids off at school..."

Oh well. It's nice to work for people that you like enough that you don't really care when stuff like this happens.

And besides, all's well that ends with me going to bed.

Communication is hard.