When it goes tits up

Whether you’re a #girlboss, #freelancer or a #LITERALLYANYONEINTHEWORLD … we all know how it feels to have one of those days where nothing goes your way. Maybe your alarm doesn’t go off, maybe someone spills a bit of Pumpkin Spiced Latte on your leg on the tube and you have several moments of internal rage … or maybe you’ve just woken up on the wrong side of bed. It happens.

What do you do when you work for yourself and you have an absolute shocker?

Case in point: last Tuesday I had set my alarm for 5:30am (it did go off before you jump to those conclusions and stop reading), I had jumped out of bed and thrown my gym kit on ready for a bit of early morning Body Pump with my Top Pal Darcie. In my haste to get to the tube and my general horror at the fact it was now DARK at that time in the morning I refused to wait for the pedestrian crossing to flash my fave little green man and just made a dash for it.

Grave error.

I dropped my almost new iPhone in the road which happened to contain (in a case that Jess already strongly disapproved of) my Oyster Card and various other important items of day-to-day life. Now, if any of you are familiar with the junction where Acre Lane meets Brixton Hill … It’s not the sort of place you want to start hanging around in the road trying to stop traffic. So instead, I just had to stand by while no less than FIVE cars ran over my phone, my terrible phone case and my Oyster Card.

This was not a good start to the day.

Run over by five cars ... And still functioning. #Trooper

Run over by five cars ... And still functioning. #Trooper

So instead of getting back from the gym at around 8:30, getting a good breakfast in me then cracking on with the day’s work – I had to get on the phone to TFL and my insurance company and just generally have a sulk for a bit.

When you’re employed full-time by a company, generally you can afford an off day. You might be less productive, have a couple more chats around the kettle/water cooler or in some cases, bin off work all-together (obviously not condoning this kind of caper but we all know that one person…). In the grand scheme of things though it won’t make a great deal of difference to have one day with your foot on the brakes.

When you run your own business however, that old phrase ‘time is money’ really does start to make sense. All that time I spent having a tantrum was time I didn’t spend on a big feedback presentation we’ve got to do, or on branding ideas for another project. Instead (and this is the first Jess is hearing of this) I did none of that. I promised I’d be brutally honest on this blog and I’m sure a load of other folk would write how they did three minutes of cleansing breathing and turned their day around … I did not.

This was basically my exact face. Only less cute.

This was basically my exact face. Only less cute.

What I did do however … and hopefully this will swing it back around into a positive … is write this blog. Along with editing a further two and posting one. The main reason being that writing these blogs and sharing our Q&As with AMAZING people is one of my very favourite things about Mac&Moore, and rather than go completely rogue and put Netflix on, I channelled my rage and frustration into the aspect of work that, although wasn’t at the top of my to-do list, makes me really happy. I’ll be back to it tomorrow and there will be a couple of days catching up with the work I missed today but I think it’s important to remember to give yourself a break sometimes … It’s all part of the crack … You’re doing a smashing job … See … I’m totally over this phone thing already.

Back to being as fresh as the day it was born (bought). RIP terrible phone case.

Back to being as fresh as the day it was born (bought). RIP terrible phone case.