Since Future Ten has now been appeased, let's talk funny weirdness
I'm sure this happens to lots of people, that there are times in your life when you are a magnet for little funny weird things that all seem to happen at once. Like having no hot water on top of insomnia on top of never being on time to work on top of a tale of two kitties.
So I brought that last one on myself! But the following--I did not. Mostly.
Scene - the local office of United Blood Services, Saturday.
Background - I used to go give blood on a fairly regular basis. Last year, they switched me over to platelet donation, since I have a fairly high platelet count. However, with the move and going back to work and school, I hadn't had an appointment since last June. We set one up for the 24th, but the day before that, the house I was watching got broken into. No go there!
Happening - I go into the little office to do the interview. This normally takes about twenty minutes. Except first there are computer problems. Then they can't take my blood pressure with the automatic cuff (not unusual). After four attempts at that, they switch to the manual cuff--and it takes two tries to get it there. (Me: I'm not dead, am I? Tech: I'm pretty sure...) Then they can't find my pulse on either wrist; she has to take it from my neck. Then while explaining being sick last year, the tech has to go find someone to figure out how to code that. Then the computer malfunctions AGAIN.
All in all, the interview took over an hour. The draw itself actually went fairly smoothly, thanks to TV Tropes and some efficient squeezing by yours truly. Still, by the time I left, I was way late for a meeting and not in a good mood at all.
Scene - The parking lot of my apartment this evening.
Background - I'd gone out to get food and cat litter, and I had to bring up a bottle of Drano, too. So I have a bag, a drink, a thing of cat litter, and a thing of Drano.
Happening - I manage to get it all out of the car, and I'm sure I can get it upstairs in one trip. I put the drink in the bag and pick up the cat litter and the Drano in my two hands. Only the drink starts leaking, so I need to take it out. I rearrange and drop the Drano, cracking the handle. After a few frustrating minutes, I figure out how to hold everything. The drink is leaking all over me and I have Drano on my fingers, but I'm pretty sure I got it.
Except that as I'm walking across the parking lot, something stabs my foot. I take another step--STABBING PAIN. So I pause, rearrange myself, and start again, walking on the edge of my foot with the drink held close to me and the Drano in one hand with the cat litter in the other.
My apartment is three flights of stairs up.
So I scrabble up the stairs, walking on the side of one foot, Drano gooing out of the bottle, leaking Diet Pepsi all over my hand and my shirt. In the process, I manage to get Drano on my shirt and my pants, leaving small but telling red marks on the dark fabric (;___; shirt). When I finally get to my apartment, I have to drop everything to get the door open, then use it to wave my cat away from escaping, since there's no way I can chase her at the moment. I get inside with everything on the floor, limp over to the couch and pull over my sock and shoe. And indeed, there is a tiny something stuck in my foot! I pull it out, but now I'm bleeding, so I have to limp-hop around the apartment while I put down cat litter (Cat 2 had none), get the Drano into the bathtub, and finally wash that mess off my hands. I find a bandaging adhesive to put on my foot, but the cut is almost between my toes, so now I'm walking around with a haphazard sticky there. Finally, finally I can go sit down to eat...
...and I managed to do that without too much of a disaster. Except for the flying drink effect, but that's pretty run of the mill given I eat on my couch.
And now I should get to bed, and hope that Cat 2 doesn't do something weird like squish my head in the middle of the night. And don't think she hasn't thought about it. :)
So I brought that last one on myself! But the following--I did not. Mostly.
Scene - the local office of United Blood Services, Saturday.
Background - I used to go give blood on a fairly regular basis. Last year, they switched me over to platelet donation, since I have a fairly high platelet count. However, with the move and going back to work and school, I hadn't had an appointment since last June. We set one up for the 24th, but the day before that, the house I was watching got broken into. No go there!
Happening - I go into the little office to do the interview. This normally takes about twenty minutes. Except first there are computer problems. Then they can't take my blood pressure with the automatic cuff (not unusual). After four attempts at that, they switch to the manual cuff--and it takes two tries to get it there. (Me: I'm not dead, am I? Tech: I'm pretty sure...) Then they can't find my pulse on either wrist; she has to take it from my neck. Then while explaining being sick last year, the tech has to go find someone to figure out how to code that. Then the computer malfunctions AGAIN.
All in all, the interview took over an hour. The draw itself actually went fairly smoothly, thanks to TV Tropes and some efficient squeezing by yours truly. Still, by the time I left, I was way late for a meeting and not in a good mood at all.
Scene - The parking lot of my apartment this evening.
Background - I'd gone out to get food and cat litter, and I had to bring up a bottle of Drano, too. So I have a bag, a drink, a thing of cat litter, and a thing of Drano.
Happening - I manage to get it all out of the car, and I'm sure I can get it upstairs in one trip. I put the drink in the bag and pick up the cat litter and the Drano in my two hands. Only the drink starts leaking, so I need to take it out. I rearrange and drop the Drano, cracking the handle. After a few frustrating minutes, I figure out how to hold everything. The drink is leaking all over me and I have Drano on my fingers, but I'm pretty sure I got it.
Except that as I'm walking across the parking lot, something stabs my foot. I take another step--STABBING PAIN. So I pause, rearrange myself, and start again, walking on the edge of my foot with the drink held close to me and the Drano in one hand with the cat litter in the other.
My apartment is three flights of stairs up.
So I scrabble up the stairs, walking on the side of one foot, Drano gooing out of the bottle, leaking Diet Pepsi all over my hand and my shirt. In the process, I manage to get Drano on my shirt and my pants, leaving small but telling red marks on the dark fabric (;___; shirt). When I finally get to my apartment, I have to drop everything to get the door open, then use it to wave my cat away from escaping, since there's no way I can chase her at the moment. I get inside with everything on the floor, limp over to the couch and pull over my sock and shoe. And indeed, there is a tiny something stuck in my foot! I pull it out, but now I'm bleeding, so I have to limp-hop around the apartment while I put down cat litter (Cat 2 had none), get the Drano into the bathtub, and finally wash that mess off my hands. I find a bandaging adhesive to put on my foot, but the cut is almost between my toes, so now I'm walking around with a haphazard sticky there. Finally, finally I can go sit down to eat...
...and I managed to do that without too much of a disaster. Except for the flying drink effect, but that's pretty run of the mill given I eat on my couch.
And now I should get to bed, and hope that Cat 2 doesn't do something weird like squish my head in the middle of the night. And don't think she hasn't thought about it. :)