The neighbor’s cat was hit by a car the other night, prompting me to lock the cat door and inform my three feline housemates they’ve been grounded.
They didn’t take the news well, and spent the whole night yowling and attempting to chew through the window.
Suffice it to say, I didn’t sleep.
There’s something about sleep deprivation that makes the creativity center in my brain shrivel like man-giblets in ice water. It’s challenging when I need to be “on” for novel writing, but since yesterday was one of the three days a week I work as the marketing/PR manager for the city’s tourism bureau, I thought I could make do with a half-functioning brain.
I thought wrong.
Just before lunch, I put up a Facebook post promoting the city's upcoming First Friday Art Hop. At the last second, I edited the event title down to a simplified “Art Hop” to avoid using the word "Friday" twice.
Then I went to lunch and forgot about it.
Upon my return, I found the office manager laughing so hard she could barely stand.
My boss peered up at me from behind her desk. “Did you put up the post about Fart Hop?”
There’s really no right answer to that question.
Sure enough, I discovered I had posted the following message for all 2,000+ Facebook friends to enjoy:
Who else is looking forward to FArt Hop in downtown Bend on Friday? Looks like a great lineup!
The post generated a plethora of colorful comments and several phone calls to the office. I got a congratulatory text message from someone whose number I didn’t even recognize, and the executive director for the Downtown Business Association emailed me a proposed agenda for Fart Hop (the highlights of which included a chili cheese fry eating contest and a mandatory underwear change).
It’s a good thing everyone has a sense of humor about this stuff. I suppose in some companies it could be a firing offense. In this one, we laughed ourselves silly imagining promotional items and ad campaigns tied to the Fart Hop.
I’m still not sure what I’m going to do about the cats and their house arrest, but I do know I shouldn't go to work sleep deprived again. Late yesterday afternoon while responding to an email about our city’s nomination as one of the dog friendliest towns in the nation, I caught myself typing the phrase “doggie style.”
I noticed that one before I hit send.
What’s the dumbest thing you’ve done as a result of sleep deprivation? Please tell me I’m not the only one who pulls stuff like this.
And please tell me where the hell I left my pen. And my sandwich. And my pants.