A morning that could only happen to me...
So, last night I had my fantasy draft #1 - my first few picks ROCKED, then it all went downhill. I have no good receivers, so I am not happy about that. However, I have two stud RBs, good QBs, great TE, great K, okay D/ST. Receivers will be the death of me, though.
Anyway, since most of you could care less, jump in to see why my morning was so ridiculous!
So, I'm sleeping away, la la laaaa. I usually wake up about an hour before my alarm, the dogs move around and whine a little, I tell them to shut up and wait for the alarm to go off. Today, I wake up and realize "It's kind of bright for 5:30..." and look at the clock. It reads 3:12 - P.M.!!! I FREAK THE F*** OUT! I shove Mike and start yelling, "It's 3:12! It's THREE FUCKING TWELVE!!!!" and grab the phone to call work. He jumps up and goes into another room, and says "It's 9:40, not 3!" I'm like, "Did the power go out? What happened?" Turns out, the way the buttons are to set the alarms, he seems to have advanced the time by 5 1/2 hours in his sleepiness when he meant to set his alarm. I call my operations person to let her know what happened, and she laughs at me and tells me she'll call it a half sick day. So, I check my work e-mail, logging on to see if there are any early emergencies with clients (thank goodness no) and am getting ready to get in the shower when my cell phone rings.
I assume it's the real estate office, because it's a Clarkston number and the phone bank at their office always has a different number. I answer, and hear "Is this Rebecca?" Which NO ONE calls me... so I say yes.
"This is Sue at Clarkston Counseling, and you have an appointment tonight with Dr. Hatcher?
"Yeeeessssss?
"Is this your first time seeing him?"
Yeeeesssss...
"And, what are you coming in for?"
Just general stuff I need to work out and deal with, it's just generic stuff for me to work out.
"Okay, so it's not couples or anything. Well, um, oh dear. Dr. Hatcher resigned yesterday. So, it probably doesn't make sense to get you started with him when he's leaving in two weeks."
No, no it does not.
"Unless this is a quick problem - is it something you could work out in a few appointments?"
Well, I really don't know, that's why I NEED A FREAKING SHRINK LADY!
"Oh, I suppose you wouldn't know that, I don't know why I asked."
Long story short, they had two other people in the office, but the woman only works during school hours, which doesn't work for me, and the other guy is pretty booked up with regulars on his later appointments. So, she gave me a few other names to call, and I had another person I was thinking about calling, so I'm back at square one! Sigh. To cap off the morning, I'm ironing a white shirt to wear when I see it has a red little stain right on the front. But I took a quick shower, so I didn't shave, which means I didn't want to do a skirt or sleeveless, so I had to start all over again on the clothing front. Good lord.
But I mean, really - can you see this happening to anyone else all in one morning? I need to start a reality show. Sure, they'd have to edit out a lot of boring TV watching, but when stuff happens to me and Mike, it is pretty freaking funny.
Anyway, since most of you could care less, jump in to see why my morning was so ridiculous!
So, I'm sleeping away, la la laaaa. I usually wake up about an hour before my alarm, the dogs move around and whine a little, I tell them to shut up and wait for the alarm to go off. Today, I wake up and realize "It's kind of bright for 5:30..." and look at the clock. It reads 3:12 - P.M.!!! I FREAK THE F*** OUT! I shove Mike and start yelling, "It's 3:12! It's THREE FUCKING TWELVE!!!!" and grab the phone to call work. He jumps up and goes into another room, and says "It's 9:40, not 3!" I'm like, "Did the power go out? What happened?" Turns out, the way the buttons are to set the alarms, he seems to have advanced the time by 5 1/2 hours in his sleepiness when he meant to set his alarm. I call my operations person to let her know what happened, and she laughs at me and tells me she'll call it a half sick day. So, I check my work e-mail, logging on to see if there are any early emergencies with clients (thank goodness no) and am getting ready to get in the shower when my cell phone rings.
I assume it's the real estate office, because it's a Clarkston number and the phone bank at their office always has a different number. I answer, and hear "Is this Rebecca?" Which NO ONE calls me... so I say yes.
"This is Sue at Clarkston Counseling, and you have an appointment tonight with Dr. Hatcher?
"Yeeeessssss?
"Is this your first time seeing him?"
Yeeeesssss...
"And, what are you coming in for?"
Just general stuff I need to work out and deal with, it's just generic stuff for me to work out.
"Okay, so it's not couples or anything. Well, um, oh dear. Dr. Hatcher resigned yesterday. So, it probably doesn't make sense to get you started with him when he's leaving in two weeks."
No, no it does not.
"Unless this is a quick problem - is it something you could work out in a few appointments?"
Well, I really don't know, that's why I NEED A FREAKING SHRINK LADY!
"Oh, I suppose you wouldn't know that, I don't know why I asked."
Long story short, they had two other people in the office, but the woman only works during school hours, which doesn't work for me, and the other guy is pretty booked up with regulars on his later appointments. So, she gave me a few other names to call, and I had another person I was thinking about calling, so I'm back at square one! Sigh. To cap off the morning, I'm ironing a white shirt to wear when I see it has a red little stain right on the front. But I took a quick shower, so I didn't shave, which means I didn't want to do a skirt or sleeveless, so I had to start all over again on the clothing front. Good lord.
But I mean, really - can you see this happening to anyone else all in one morning? I need to start a reality show. Sure, they'd have to edit out a lot of boring TV watching, but when stuff happens to me and Mike, it is pretty freaking funny.