Fuck Up
That's how I would describe yesterday. I arrived for my surgery only to be told it was scheduled for next Wednesday. I knew that wasn't right. I went to my office, found my appointment card, and came back. My appointment did, of course, say that my surgery was sccheduled for this Wednesday, but it had been entered into their computer -- for whatever reason -- next week. I was not at all happy about it, seeing as I had made arrangements for time off and for Christopher to come and collect me.
You know, I may not have minded so much if it were like, a 6-month cleaning. But to fuck up someone's surgery? That's outrageous.
You know, I may not have minded so much if it were like, a 6-month cleaning. But to fuck up someone's surgery? That's outrageous.