OK, I am the first to admit that I am disorganised. I don't mean to be but sometimes (yes, I'll admit it, often) things get in the way and I am distracted from my path and don't always remember my way back to it.
Last night I received an email that at first made me think the sender had made a mistake. My reply politely pointed this out. His reply, obviously offended by my response, was to point out that it was I who had made the mistake, forgetting an appointment we had had. I am now mortified! I had not put it into my diary and thus had missed it.
So, after apologising profusely, no one has time to waste and I had clearly wasted his, I thought about what I could do to be more organised. I do not like to be unprofessional. This led to my writing a long list of all the things I had been meaning to do but never seemed to find the time to get done and hey, presto! I realised that, actually, I need a bit of help.
Last year, when I was trying to work on a new military history whilst sorting estates, property and emotions out, I employed a lovely lady to give me a bit of part time admin assistance. She is now working full time elsewhere and so is unable to help me this time. I had several people apply for the position she eventually filled, so have gone back to one of them to see if she is available to give me a few hours a week. Hopefully, this will get me back on to the straight and narrow once again. Fingers crossed she is free.
Sometimes it takes a mistake to make you realise that you need help, so I am grateful for my colleague's email last night. Let's hope he forgives me.