On Wednesday night last week, an ice storm hit the wider Denver area. It was a small potatoes storm when compared to what you might see in the northeastern part of the U.S., but it was enough to glaze over the sidewalks, cars, windshields and—this will be important to our story—the roads with a slick sheet of icy chaos.
I had two assignments lined up for the following day. Both for the same publication, but different in nature and location. One was at a school in Longmont (about an hour north of Denver), the other at a government facility in Aurora (thirty minutes due east). I was expected in Longmont at 9:15 in the morning. Which, given the road conditions and the distance to be traveled, meant I had to allow for a good 90 minutes of road time to get there. Just to be safe.
Disclaimer: This story will not involve my car being wrecked in any manner. If you know us and our cursed 2011 Prius, then you might have read this far and be expecting that we are heading toward a heartbreaking vehicular breakdown. I assure you, tis safe to proceed.
Before the day was through, both of my assignments would be cancelled literally as I parked at each respective location. (The first assignment fell through because the school at which I would be photographing cancelled classes for the day due to the icy roads. Unfortunately, the message announcing said cancellation didn’t reach me until I arrived. The second was just one of those things where the assignment came together late the evening before, and the pieces didn’t quite align as we had hoped. It happens.) It was an 0-for-2 kind of day in the small business boss life I now lead. And it got me thinking about expectations vs the reality of running a small business.
I entered this new gig with a whole slew of ideas of how it would go. I also entered this new gig with a lot of questions that I couldn’t possibly begin to imagine answers. And as with all matters in life, I had a fair share of expectations.