Semi-Daily Scribbles

Upon returning to work after a restful holiday break, I walked into an uproar over a matter that I had to leave in the hands of my colleagues. The situation concerned putting together a portfolio for a major client. I left express directions for my work mates to follow regarding where I was in the project, what remained to be finished, and some helpful tips. With that, I shut the book on 2010 and departed for my much needed vacation. And then Monday morning happened. The project was completed on time, but in less than stellar fashion. The portfolio was missing data. A lot of it. My colleagues didn't think there was anything wrong with the meager offering and submitted the project. No suspicions were raised. No questions asked. For this, my cohorts deserve a time out in the corner. People of varying pay grades got wind of the fine work we did and a maelstrom of nasty grams flew around the office. It was I that had the pleasure of answering for our misfortunate performance. I will be the one to pick up the pieces and resuscitate this sorry affair. I'm neither angry nor upset. If anything, I'm intrigued by how people's brains work, mine included. I've never been afraid to ask questions. No one I've ever encountered has been put out by a question that could potentially save a project from derailing. Next time, maybe my work buddies will raise their hands and call for a huddle when things don't look right. Perhaps the lesson I'll take away from this is to leave nothing undone before going on vacation. Or never go on vacation.