Gonna Wash This Day Right Outta My Hair!

**This little story happened to me on Friday.  I didn't get a chance to post it until today**

No one likes to fail.  I personally hate it. I also am my own worst critic and am a real hard-ass on myself when I make mistakes.  Today started off as a perfectly grand day.  I woke up feeling amazingly rested.  No insomnia = happy me.  I drove to work full of energy, ready to take on the day's litigation woes. All was well in my world and the best part? It was Friday!  Wah,wah,wah, wahhhh.  Fast forward to mid-morning, everything that could go wrong, did go wrong, and then some! I made a very careless mistake today.  HUGE.  And while it didn't cause the firm any money, and we were able to save face, it caused my boss to look bad in front of a judge.  And that my friends, is a lawyer's worst nightmare.  Especially because the judge read him the riot act in front of his peers.  There I was, working away when my computer beeped, alerting me that I had mail.  I checked it and it's from my boss.  I should have known something was wrong when the subject line read, "UNACCEPTABLE", all in caps. (as was the rest of his email)  He was yelling at me.  So the gist of the email was a quick run-down on what had just happened and why.  My peaceful, productive, morning quickly turned into one of frantic and worry.   The last sentence read, "WE'LL DISCUSS WHEN I GET BACK."  Sigh...  Long story short, I found out what the mistake was and where it happened and low and behold, it was not my fault.  It was his. But since I am the flunky, the "fall" guy, I caught the brunt of it.  In actuality, it was more of a concerted screw-up between me and the yeller.  But again, he's got to blame someone right? Right.  I waited with my stomach in knots for him to return, so I could take my punishment.  Surprisingly, there was no backlash.  He didn't scream, or pout or cuss me out, or throw things, even! Instead I was met by a calm, collected and level headed individual.  "Who are you and what have you done with R?" Those were my immediate thoughts.  He called me into his office and he said he was tired and had a headache so he really didn't want to discuss it. BUT (I knew it!) "we can't let this happen ever again."  And then he told me to close the door on my way out and to, "Have a good lunch."  Wait.  That's it?  I walked out of his office in a zombie-like state.  I mean, I had been preparing myself mentally for the past two hours for the lecture of EPIC proportions and this was all I got? Being the obsessive person that I am, I couldn't leave it alone.  I felt there was more he wanted to say.  So what do I do? I march right back into his office and ask him if he's got a minute.  He grins slightly and tells me to sit down.  "What's up?" he wants to know.  "You tell me."  We spoke a good while and he explained to me that he was more upset at himself than anything else because he is the one that made the initial mistake.  Even though, he added, YOU are supposed to have my back!  I felt thissmall.  Of course I have his back! But I'm not perfect and I am only human.  I do make mistakes!  Yes, it's true people! Believe it.  He chucked up to a lesson learned and he said all that was bruised was his ego because of the beat down from the judge.  Full of relief, I sighed and asked him what he wanted me to bring him back for lunch.