If Only

Jake is a busy guy. Every time he starts a project, or just thinks about starting something, he gets interrupted. Most of the time they’re annoying minor interruptions: phone calls, a knock at the door, text messages from work, the list goes on and on. If only he had a little alone time, he could complete some half-finished projects. No phone calls, texts, or people, for one day. Is that too much to ask? Unfortunately for Jake, his unfinished business list just came due all at the same time.

Contrary to popular belief, Tuesday, not Monday, is the worst day of the week. Tuesday means there are four more days before the weekend. Everyone has recovered from the previous weekend and is now in full work mode. Weekly targets must be reached by Friday, which means everything must run smoothly on Tuesday. Jake’s Tuesday imploded before he woke up.

Sunlight streaming directly into Jake’s eyes woke him with a start. He always started his day well before the sun lit up his bedroom. Jake immediately checked his alarm clock and discovered it said 3 a.m. Still groggy from too much sleep, he grabbed his phone, which showed 8 a.m. There must have been a power outage. One item on Jake’s unfinished project list was to change the clock’s backup battery. Now he was very late.

With no time to shower or shave, Jake pulled on his clothes, grabbed his phone, and burst through the front door, sprinting toward his car. The six-year-old SUV listed toward the right rear. “This can’t be good,” thought Jake, and it wasn’t. The right rear tire was flat as a pancake. All four tires were bald. This was the first one to give up the ghost. If only he had replaced all four tires when he first noticed their condition, but there had been no time to do it. Fortunately, the spare was still holding air and had more tread than the one it was replacing. Unfortunately, there was no way he would arrive to work on time.

Jake knew this was not the best way to make a positive impression at his new job, but he was sure everyone would understand. After all, who hasn’t had a flat tire? He took out his phone and scrolled through the directory for his work number. What he found was the company name and the first three digits of the phone number. Flabbergasted, Jake remembered being interrupted while entering the information on his phone. He thought, “I’ll have to remember to finish this later.” If only he had. Now the best he could do was to send a text to a co-worker and hope they would see it.

Changing a tire is a dirty job. Jake’s hands were covered in brake dust and sweat-soaked his shirt. There was no way he could arrive at the office looking like this. He placed the flat along with the jack back in the trunk area and headed for the shower. Getting clean didn’t take long, but finding clean clothes did. Jake normally did laundry on Sunday, but he had gone fishing with friends and just didn’t have time when he got back. If only he had made the time, he wouldn’t be digging through a pile of dirty clothes, looking for the least dirty ones.

Jake finally found some suitable attire and was ready to walk out the door when his phone rang. The caller ID identified the caller as the new company he had started with last week. Jake answered immediately. The impersonal voice on the other end asked, “Is this Mr. Jake Brown?”

“Yes, it is,” Jake replied, dreading what was coming next.

“Mr. Brown, this is Miles from the H.R. department. I regret to inform you that probationary employees who don’t report for work at their appointed time and fail to call in are terminated without redress. I wish you good luck in your future endeavors.” He abruptly hung up.

Jake sat on his bed, feeling dejected and frustrated. He looked over at the alarm clock and muttered, “If I had only changed those damn batteries!”