This is the point where I lose my mind
I was going to put some of this with my band report, but more things have happened, so its own post it is!
Wednesday. At the mall, running errands, trying to find sheets/comforter for my new mattress (no luck). I think to check my phone in Sears. I have a text AND a voicemail, holy cow. It's my dad; Mr. C apparently is frantically trying to get a hold of me. …Oh dear. This can't be good. I immediately call him, get his voicemail, let him know I'll keep my phone on until 6:30, 6:45, but then I'll be in rehearsal. Note that he hadn't been given this number previously, since I don't give it out. I don't keep my phone on. It is not a reliable way of getting me. I then sit in the parking lot for over an hour (doing camp stuff--I'd planned to work on things, just not in that location), hear nothing, go to the park for band, and as I finish dinner around 6:30 decide to try him. He picks up but connection is terrible. And…most of it? Not that important. We're losing a counselor due to a medical reason, but not only is he one of our gazillions of sax counselors, he's really not been that effective despite having several years under his belt, so…no big loss; we'll deal. Our sweatshirts won't have imprints because he got the info to the shirt guy too late. We'd normally have names embroidered on them. Oh well. Some counselors (including me…I still get one?) hadn't turned in pictures for their ID badges. And…we won't have DJ equipment, because Jerry, who used to help out at camp, forgot he needs it himself for a wedding or something.
…Like, seriously, this all could have gone in an email. You did not actually need to hear my voice in order to do this. And, the last third of the phone call was so horribly garbled that I didn't catch most of what he said. Oy. So that made me really annoyed for the rest of the evening and into the next morning. I'd also gotten home to 10 emails, several regarding the ill counselor, several more related to something else not actually important. I ended up not emailing the one counselor mentioned in the call regarding ID pictures Wednesday night, but I thought I'd better yesterday morning. He did send me a picture, saying he'd tried to send it to Mr. C several times and he just wasn't getting it for some reason. This is my oldest counselor now, and I knew Mr. C had a different email address for him than I'd had, so maybe that had something to do with it, dunno.
What I do know is that, during the phone call, Mr. C was like, you're harder to get a hold of than I am! Yes, that's kind of the point. But also, I mentioned in at least two group emails that on Wednesdays and Thursdays in the summer, I work and have rehearsal and I will not get back to you in a timely fashion. Like, this should not be news to him at this point. The whole rest of the time, I have no life. Monday and Tuesday? Home by 3, home for the evening, would have been able to talk then. Today? Home by 4.
Yeah, so then today, I worked a bit later so I could go over things with my coworker since she'll do some stuff while I'm gone. I stopped to get gas, but the pump seemed weird--it was already set up to begin fueling when I pulled up (I think the dippy lady at the next pump had something to do with it), so I had to clear it out and that took a minute to reset it. Then, it seemed to go super slow, but I quickly realized it was VERY busy as the gas there was a good 15¢ cheaper than most local gas stations. I'd just gotten gas last week and I'd used only a little over a quarter of a tank, so when it just kept going and going, I was expecting gas to start spilling out of my car. How do I need seven gallons of gas at this point? Weird. So when I hit about $15, I pulled the nozzle out of my tank, but nothing spilled out, so I put it back in; it took less than 50¢ more of gas. Phew. But, well, you're probably not supposed to pull the nozzle out while you're still technically pumping gas. Anyway. I opted to get my car washed, but I'd had this nagging feeling all week that the wash wasn't going to work. Sure enough. There was a white van ahead of me in the car wash driveway, and it just sat there, nothing happening. After about 5 minutes, the lady got out and said the wash wasn't working. Fair enough; been there, done that. I started to back out of the lane but she drove through, since both wash bay doors were open, so I ended up driving through as well and immediately pulled to the side. I'd turned my phone on, planning on calling home to say I wasn't going to be home on time, and was surprised when it started buzzing. Now that he has my number, Mr. C had sent me a text. Great.
The text greatly confused me, partly because Mr. C's typing skills? Not that awesome on a computer, worse on a phone, so I couldn't actually tell what he was saying. However, instead of meeting at noon, we're to meet in Munster at 2 PM. We've never met at 2. This is wild. Mr. C clarified his text and asked me to email everyone; I said I'd do it when I got home. First thing when home, though, I called Mr. M to make sure it was right. Yes; we'd butted up against the CYO camp last year, and we were asked not to arrive at camp until 4 PM. Ah. Makes sense. So now I'm sending out an email to all the counselors, hoping they get it, because this is kind of an important change less than 24 hours before we're set to go. At least I could tell them to expect traffic to be terrible. Mr. M said Mr. C had come out a week or so ago to work on music and it took about an hour to go from Halsted to Calumet on 80/294--a ride that, if it takes 20 minutes, it's long. Oy. And that's the portion pretty close to Munster, not counting the rest of the ride. I may still leave at 10 AM anyway tomorrow; we'll see.
AND, within a very short time of leaving the gas station, my check engine light came on. GREAT. I'm thinking--hoping--it has to do with the nozzle situation. Nothing seems out of the ordinary. I drove a few miles before pulling over and redoing my gas cap, so I'm hoping that will help. I mean, I *just* had my car in the shop a few weeks ago, got the one issue fixed, and nothing else appeared off. I will need to get my brakes replaced before the end of the year, the back ones, but that's not super-pressing at this point…sure, pun intended. Just…GAAAH! And I still need to pack and check things over and such. So, yeah, losing my mind to some degree.
Wednesday. At the mall, running errands, trying to find sheets/comforter for my new mattress (no luck). I think to check my phone in Sears. I have a text AND a voicemail, holy cow. It's my dad; Mr. C apparently is frantically trying to get a hold of me. …Oh dear. This can't be good. I immediately call him, get his voicemail, let him know I'll keep my phone on until 6:30, 6:45, but then I'll be in rehearsal. Note that he hadn't been given this number previously, since I don't give it out. I don't keep my phone on. It is not a reliable way of getting me. I then sit in the parking lot for over an hour (doing camp stuff--I'd planned to work on things, just not in that location), hear nothing, go to the park for band, and as I finish dinner around 6:30 decide to try him. He picks up but connection is terrible. And…most of it? Not that important. We're losing a counselor due to a medical reason, but not only is he one of our gazillions of sax counselors, he's really not been that effective despite having several years under his belt, so…no big loss; we'll deal. Our sweatshirts won't have imprints because he got the info to the shirt guy too late. We'd normally have names embroidered on them. Oh well. Some counselors (including me…I still get one?) hadn't turned in pictures for their ID badges. And…we won't have DJ equipment, because Jerry, who used to help out at camp, forgot he needs it himself for a wedding or something.
…Like, seriously, this all could have gone in an email. You did not actually need to hear my voice in order to do this. And, the last third of the phone call was so horribly garbled that I didn't catch most of what he said. Oy. So that made me really annoyed for the rest of the evening and into the next morning. I'd also gotten home to 10 emails, several regarding the ill counselor, several more related to something else not actually important. I ended up not emailing the one counselor mentioned in the call regarding ID pictures Wednesday night, but I thought I'd better yesterday morning. He did send me a picture, saying he'd tried to send it to Mr. C several times and he just wasn't getting it for some reason. This is my oldest counselor now, and I knew Mr. C had a different email address for him than I'd had, so maybe that had something to do with it, dunno.
What I do know is that, during the phone call, Mr. C was like, you're harder to get a hold of than I am! Yes, that's kind of the point. But also, I mentioned in at least two group emails that on Wednesdays and Thursdays in the summer, I work and have rehearsal and I will not get back to you in a timely fashion. Like, this should not be news to him at this point. The whole rest of the time, I have no life. Monday and Tuesday? Home by 3, home for the evening, would have been able to talk then. Today? Home by 4.
Yeah, so then today, I worked a bit later so I could go over things with my coworker since she'll do some stuff while I'm gone. I stopped to get gas, but the pump seemed weird--it was already set up to begin fueling when I pulled up (I think the dippy lady at the next pump had something to do with it), so I had to clear it out and that took a minute to reset it. Then, it seemed to go super slow, but I quickly realized it was VERY busy as the gas there was a good 15¢ cheaper than most local gas stations. I'd just gotten gas last week and I'd used only a little over a quarter of a tank, so when it just kept going and going, I was expecting gas to start spilling out of my car. How do I need seven gallons of gas at this point? Weird. So when I hit about $15, I pulled the nozzle out of my tank, but nothing spilled out, so I put it back in; it took less than 50¢ more of gas. Phew. But, well, you're probably not supposed to pull the nozzle out while you're still technically pumping gas. Anyway. I opted to get my car washed, but I'd had this nagging feeling all week that the wash wasn't going to work. Sure enough. There was a white van ahead of me in the car wash driveway, and it just sat there, nothing happening. After about 5 minutes, the lady got out and said the wash wasn't working. Fair enough; been there, done that. I started to back out of the lane but she drove through, since both wash bay doors were open, so I ended up driving through as well and immediately pulled to the side. I'd turned my phone on, planning on calling home to say I wasn't going to be home on time, and was surprised when it started buzzing. Now that he has my number, Mr. C had sent me a text. Great.
The text greatly confused me, partly because Mr. C's typing skills? Not that awesome on a computer, worse on a phone, so I couldn't actually tell what he was saying. However, instead of meeting at noon, we're to meet in Munster at 2 PM. We've never met at 2. This is wild. Mr. C clarified his text and asked me to email everyone; I said I'd do it when I got home. First thing when home, though, I called Mr. M to make sure it was right. Yes; we'd butted up against the CYO camp last year, and we were asked not to arrive at camp until 4 PM. Ah. Makes sense. So now I'm sending out an email to all the counselors, hoping they get it, because this is kind of an important change less than 24 hours before we're set to go. At least I could tell them to expect traffic to be terrible. Mr. M said Mr. C had come out a week or so ago to work on music and it took about an hour to go from Halsted to Calumet on 80/294--a ride that, if it takes 20 minutes, it's long. Oy. And that's the portion pretty close to Munster, not counting the rest of the ride. I may still leave at 10 AM anyway tomorrow; we'll see.
AND, within a very short time of leaving the gas station, my check engine light came on. GREAT. I'm thinking--hoping--it has to do with the nozzle situation. Nothing seems out of the ordinary. I drove a few miles before pulling over and redoing my gas cap, so I'm hoping that will help. I mean, I *just* had my car in the shop a few weeks ago, got the one issue fixed, and nothing else appeared off. I will need to get my brakes replaced before the end of the year, the back ones, but that's not super-pressing at this point…sure, pun intended. Just…GAAAH! And I still need to pack and check things over and such. So, yeah, losing my mind to some degree.