May I use this forum to just WHINE a bit?
I’m freezing my ASS off. It’s 90 freakin’ degrees outside, but my office is like a damn meat locker. My fingers are sore because I’m making them work in this environment. This COLD environment. And my nose is cold. So are my ears. I’m even under a blanket for chrissakes.
I’m sooo hungry. Actually, I’m starving to death. I want some yummy food right now. All I had was this damn vegetable soup for lunch and that just didnt cut it. I want a pizza. A whole pizza. I’m sooooo hungry.
I dont wanna go to soccer practice tonight. Why cant it rain or something so I can just go home and curl up on the couch watching TLC all night. I’m tired, and lazy, and fussy, and whiney, and I wanna go home.
*stomps feet and pouts*
Okay. I feel a bit better. Would you like to join me in my tantrum?
We FINALLY made it to the other side of town to use our Krispy Kreme Dollars that Janet sent. And of course, because the Krispy Kreme gods know I am a loyal follower, the “Hot Donuts Now” light was on! And of course, since all of you RAVED about the Key Lime Pie donut, I had to try one of those. It was fabulous!! But – still can’t compare to Original Glazed…Amen.
Update on my Mom
She just called.
FROM CRACKER BARREL.
Which does not usually perform arteriograms.
Evidently they never got the approval from her insurance company for the procedure. So? Since she was not willing to sign away and pay for it herself (ummmm…yeah), they turned her away. My mom has SEVERE anxiety concerning any and all medical procedures. She did NOT need this. Also? This is her first arteriogram done in Knoxville. She’s had all others done at Vanderbilt, which she tends to feel safer about. So now she REALLY wants to reschedule back at Vanderbilt.
So – she’s fine. Extremely PISSED OFF, but fine. She’s enjoying a good breakfast with her sister – who drove into town for this. Thanks for your good thoughts. She rescheduled for Sept. 17th. Hopefully they’ll have the insurance straightened out by then.
Update on my Maps
I haven’t even been able to print the damn things yet. I’ve been here THREE HOURS already and have gotten NOTHING accomplished. There is a technical problem related to our network and the licensing for the software I use. My boss is trying to sort it out as we speak. I’m on the verge of hysteria because I’M SICK OF THESE DAMN MAPS. I’ve kinda got a severe case of the “Insanity Giggles” where I sound like I should be *twitch* wearing a straight-jacket and *twitch* napping in a padded room somewhere.
But guess what? My other boss? Brought in COOKIES that his wife made. And I think they are the yummiest chocolate-chip cookies I’ve ever tasted. EVER.
And I’m NOT sharing.
Yeah. It’s 4:25 and I’m already up, showered, and sitting down to write an entry.
Why? You may ask…
First? My mom’s arteriogram is at 8am (EST) this morning. I want to be able to call her before she leaves for the hospital. Since I’m CST, then I need to call her about 5:45 my time. I’m worried about her. Not because of the procedure, but because she HATES the hospital and gets so nervous about these things. I was able to be there for her last one, but I am hoping a phone call from The Best Daughter In The World will come in a close second.
Second? I’m worried I’m not going to make this damn deadline. My maps are ready to be plotted for the first proof (they are 38in x 46in, they dont just get “printed” they get “PLOTTED”) but I’m fairly certain there will be a lot of things to change once I see how it looks on paper. So? I’m going to go in early in hopes that the damn things will plot faster with just ME using the network.
So. Wish my mom luck. Wish ME luck. Wish MrZoot luck (he’s doing the neighborhood carpool this morning. AND this afternoon. AAAAAHHHH!). And wish YOURSELVES luck. Because I’m selfless like that.
Off too work.
Remember the cookies I mentioned that I would NOT be sharing with you? Yeah. I’ve eaten SIX so far today. SIX Cookies. And about the time I started feeling really guilty about that? I went to the restroom and realized I had melted chocolate chip all over my ass. Well, on the ass of my light-kahki pants anyway. When I went back to my office, I saw the reminants of a chunk o’ cookie on my chair. Evidently – in my haste to demolish all of the cookies so that no one else would get any – I dropped some. Now? I look like I pooped in my pants.
So guess what I did on my lunch break?
I went to Target and bought new slacks, of course. I refuse to be talked about as the “Poopy-Pants Girl” in my office.
Now – the “Cookie Whore” I can handle…