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sleepless in PA... So I come out of work, rushing and cutting it close, trip over the cord of the vendor who was packing up their "singing in the shower" contest, and find out that my car won't start. Wouldn't even attempt to start and the radio didn't come on. I kicked at it and threw a minor hissy fit. Then I dug out my AAA card. Expired. Did I renew it? No. Crap. Jog back across the parking lot, dodge the shampoo people, and get a coworker to come out and give me a jump. Car still won't start. I kicked it...and it didn't help at all...so I called the neighbor-lady and let her know to expect my daughter because I was having trouble and going to be late. Then I called my daughter and left a voicemail reviewing our "If an adult isn't there" plan. (I feel every school aged child, even one with a parent who is "always" home should have this emergency "if an adult isn't home" plan.) Pharmacists are clearly idiots. If they weren’t, we wouldn’t have 33 pages of stores that can’t get their outdate and recall items sent back on time. (And that’s down from 45 pages last week…) Most of them apologize when I call, promise to call FedEx immediately. They explain the delay and fall over themselves to be helpful. It’s a power trip but I’m pleasant and helpful in return. I solve problems, answer questions if they’re having trouble, and offer my direct dial phone number if they need more help. One pharmacist who needed a lot of help asked me today if I was also a marriage counselor (he was joking, I think). This morning, the words, “mandatory meeting of all supply chain associates” were enough to throw the whole department into a panic. It was sitting in our email inbox when we arrived. The Good Today they will pull the plug on my cousin...well, not really. They'll wheel him into surgery to harvest organs. It's over and I'm glad. Not glad that he's dead...but glad that his remains will no longer be in the hospital to be tortured. He wasn't in that body and I'm glad his wife was willing to let it go. So Casper is registered for the manners class. Sometimes, I think these classes are helping us a lot. Others, I think they're a waste of time. The classes aren't really any good if I don't follow up, work with him, and reinforce. The classes give me the method but alone they mean little. Next Saturday, Casper will have to miss his class so I can go to Baby C's birthday party. It won't really matter. And the Saturday after that, we'll pick up wiht Manners in teh same time slot: 10:15-11:15 Saturday morning. I had Jackson Hewitt do my 2008 taxes, all of them. State and local were even and I have already gotten my federal return. But today, I got a letter from the IRS. Pure panic just seeing the letter. My hands shook as I opened it and I’m still riding the buzz. My return was incorrect and they’ve made an adjustment. I’m due $382 more money. Relief. I wonder if they’ll direct deposit it or send a check? Sometimes I wrap myself in knots over the silliest things. I want to say that it's not important but to me, deep down, it feel important even though on the surface, it seems silly. I hate that. And I won't write about it because who knows who is reading here? Why did I give up the safe password protected blog? There, I could have written about these things that I have so bottled up. But really, who would have wanted to read it? Probably no one but I would have felt better to write it, the posting would have been to let it go, to release the thoughts. And now, I can't. It's okay. There are benefits to this type of blog. Open and out there...or so I try to tell myself. Typing this helps a little but not enough. You can't imagine the frustration of trying to get these feelings out without letting you out there in internet land actually know what's bothering me. The frustration seems like a welcome distraction. |
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