No, *this* must be what going mad feels like.
Pretty sure I hate my new job. First of all, I took a taxi to make sure I was on time and she was a cold and wet hour late. She claims we never confirmed, I don't remember. It was the longest three hours I've had in forever. I have to keep the active three(?) year old happy while his Mom works in the house. Fine, I can deal with that. I *also* have to do a bunch of educational-type stuff with him that he is not at all interested in. She was nice enough to drive me home at least.
Came home to a camp-related mess. They claim I owe them money and our group is not allowed to reserve anything until it's paid. I requested payment for my First Aid class in November 2008 and I do NOT owe anything for summer camp. *They* lost two credit card payments and didn't credit us for the cheque to cover the Leaders.
I'm tired, cold and hungry and I'm ordering wings dammit.
M.
Came home to a camp-related mess. They claim I owe them money and our group is not allowed to reserve anything until it's paid. I requested payment for my First Aid class in November 2008 and I do NOT owe anything for summer camp. *They* lost two credit card payments and didn't credit us for the cheque to cover the Leaders.
I'm tired, cold and hungry and I'm ordering wings dammit.
M.