A work collegue and I were discussing an upcoming deadline today and in the midst of discussing the fact that we weren’t going to have to question certain people in a case he said something that I didn’t realize was so profound at the time.
“The devil’s in the details.”
I’ve heard this phrase before. But never has it fit so perfectly into my life. The devil’s in the details. I’ll be damned if he wasn’t right. That’s been the theme of my days for the past few weeks. The devil’s in the details–in other words, be careful what you get yourself into. The lack of preparedness to paint in my new home…devil. The scheduling mishap I had today…devil.
So I figured that I’d cheat the devil. At my hair appointment tonight I threw caution to the wind. Let’s get nuts, I said. So my hair is about three shades or so darker and two inches shorter. Take that devil. And then, even though I had a frozen dinner awaiting my return back at home, a Pasta Fresca from Noodles & Co sounded better. I called it in and let my lazier side win. Ahhh…my evil schemes!
The problem with trying to cheat the devil? You never can win.
You see, every time I stop at Noodles, I park in the loading zone, put on my hazards and run in for the five minutes it takes to check out. Guess who forgot the flashers today? Small detail, maybe. But big consequences. It just so happens a cop drove by when I was paying for my delicious dinner.
The devil’s in the details. And this detail just cost me $30 if paid within the next 72 hours.