My Rookie Mistake

Stick to your genius! Babe Ruth didn't sew his own uniforms. And I shouldn't move my own furniture.
Stick to your genius! Babe Ruth didn’t sew his own uniforms. And I shouldn’t move my own furniture. (photo courtesy of ContainerStore.com)

I blew it! Just dope slap me now and be done with it, please.

Yesterday I carved two and a half hours out of my schedule to pick up an order from Container Store, including a desk and a bookcase, for my new office. I scheduled the pickup at 2:15 pm, the better to avoid heavy city traffic, drop off my purchases at the office, and be on my way 30 minutes down the road to Sunnyvale for an evening meeting.

I had thought fleetingly that I should  post the job on taskrabbit.com rather than trying to do it myself. For whatever reason, I didn’t do it. Instead, I drove my smallish Volvo into the city and pulled into the Container Store pick-up area at about 2:30. They warned me that since they share an elevator with all the other businesses in the 17-story building, that it could take as much as 10 minutes. Not a problem. Until the packages came down.

What was I thinking? I don’t drive an SUV or a van. These pieces were heavy and long. The very helpful employee was able to get the desk into my back seat but not the bookcase. I drove off, knowing that I’d have to find another way to have the bookcase delivered.

I drove to my office and opened the rear car door to remove the box containing the desk. I was greeted with the bold-face words “Two man lift.” Does it surprise you to know that I am not two men?

Ugh! I drove home, wrestled and danced the beast into my home office, and did what I should have done at the beginning of the week: I posted the job on taskrabbit.com. For $79 Bill G. will retrace my steps tomorrow — first Container Store, then my home to pick up the two-man desk that I one-woman coaxed into my office, get a few other things I’m moving, then proceed to my new office to begin adding furniture.

Babe Ruth didn’t sew his own uniforms. I say this to my clients regularly. Why did I try to do my own deliveries? My only excuse may be that Container Store, an organizer’s addiction for all its wondrous products, exerts an irresistible pull on me. Do you buy that?

Neither do I. I just made a rookie mistake.

Learn from my blunder. Save yourself time and trouble. Build your team, and use it.

3 Responses to My Rookie Mistake

  1. I’m so glad you wrote about this because whenever I make a mistake with executing the details of an otherwise great plan, I feel as though I’m the only human in the history of the world to do so. I know this can’t be the case but it’s not easy to convince my heart of this. Now you’ve given me data to help me put it all in context!

    • Bola, thanks for that perspective. We can be so hard on ourselves, can’t we? Most people find that if they achieve even two-thirds of their plan, they’re doing well.

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