You see this is why I hate this kind of stuff.

It's why I have so many doubts I should even be doing this job - certainly in no hurry to have more of it (i.e. via promotion).

I managed to seriously mislay very important paperwork that I was taking extra special care of. It's the notes I made in D's appraisal and I took it home at the weekend knowing Friday and Monday would be too hectic to write them up. I brought them back into work on Monday but was then in a team meeting all morning and off in the afternoon sorting out daughter and dentists.

Came to work on Tuesday fully intending to write up the notes with the bit of time I had free. But couldn't find them. Must have left them at home where I'd put them to be 'safe'.

That evening, yes, you've guessed it, can't find them anywhere. And spent some considerable time looking. Phone work at 9pm and asked the security folk to check a drawer where I thought they were (for safety again) but they reported no luck. Nearly drove round at 11pm (40 mile round trip) to check myself as I couldn't face getting to work next morning and not finding them.

Sanity/tiredness/depression prevailed and I did actually go to bed and attempted to sleep.

But you can guess what I was doing as soon as I arrived at work. Very stressed, really cross with myself, pain across my chest - the whole works. How on earth was I going to be able to go to D and say I've lost these 3 or 4 pages of notes which would be exceedingly hard to recreate after the fact. Wondering if I could do it at all without telling her. (I don't think I could have done - either physically or morally).

In fact, I managed to track them down in just five minutes in a really 'safe' place that I must have missed on Tuesday. The upside was that I was so relieved, the actual job of turning them into a proper document positively breezed past and by lunchtime they were ready for a proof read and handing over for signing.

Phew.

Thank goodness the team leadership reverts to S for his two years in the summer. Means I've got three years or so before I have to do that again. So now I'm not a fan of appraisals from either end.