Today's Special is a Hot Pocket Hot Pocket
Guess who has a snow day?
This lady.
I got a text from one of my coworkers around 7 this morning asking if I could go in early since she wasn't feeling well. No worries, I had plenty of notice and she's covered for me before. So, I get up, crank on the shower extra hot because, though we didn't get more than maybe 4 inches of snow, it's still freakin' cold as hell outside. Add to that the bathroom floor is now sporting ceramic tiles and... yeah. It was chilly.
My dad, the lovely soul that he is, went out and cleared off my car for me while I was showering. *quibble lip* My dad is awesome sauce. Anyway, I've just gotten into the car and selected the driving mix for the day (it was Apocalyptica, Muse, H.I.M., Chopin, and Beethoven -- eclectic, but very well mixed, I have to say) when my phone starts going off in my scrub top pocket.
The pocket, by the way, is dead center on my left breast. And I keep my phone on silent. *GRINS*
So, unnecessary details aside, in order to get to my phone I have to:
1. Untie my scarf.
2. Unzip my jacket
3. Pull up the hoodie I'd tossed on
4. Shimmy my hand into the narrow pocket.
In retrospect, tucking my phone away underneath so many layers was probably a very bad idea, seeing as it's my primary contact for emergencies.
I answer the phone ... and it's the practice manager telling me to turn around and go home. All but two patients cancelled today, and the doctor didn't feel like opening up for just two patients.
So, I shut the car off, went inside, changed into proper snow gear, and helped the padre shovel a bit. And then I went inside, had some really expensive fancy tea with usually expensive but recently discounted honey, and decided that after writing this post I'd spend the day working on my novel.
That's a warning to all the fine folks who are on that filtered journal: you are about to be spammed. Also, azuire ? I'll be emailing you chapters one and two to tear apart. No rush on getting them back to me or anything. I'm honestly not gonna start publisher shopping until maybe june 2011.
And that, dear friends, is yet another pointless but (hopefully) entertaining post.