Corner of Bourbon & Division

I don't have specific subject matter for today's post, so have a series of unrelated paragraphs!

1- Bean is still sick. It's been six straight days of staying home with Mama now, and I think they're both going a little stir-crazy. I'm told that the doctor can't see him until tomorrow, which means a whole week of being kept home from school, and of pdaughter not being able to go to school herself as well. At this point it has to be something like an ear infection, which Bean seems to be unable to shake on his own, so hopefully antibiotics will clear that right up. Luckily, Bean is incredibly good about taking his "ear intekshun tedditzin" and so we never have to fight him on that. Small mercies.

2- I have the dentist today. Again. In spite of my insurance I'm sort of running out of money for this. I think that after this the rest of the dental work will have to wait for a while. There's even less money than usual this month. I'm always stressed about money, but when there's less than half the money that I expected coming in, it puts a serious dent in the budget. We're fine for now, but next month's daycare payment is beginning to worry me.

3- I really hope these next two days turn out better than the weekend. I blame the Olympics for how badly shit has hit the fan. Normally nights and weekends are pretty quiet, but I've been putting out fires since Friday, and I am exhausted. It's been a long string of problems that I don't know how to solve, so I've been run off my feet the whole time, and yesterday I left an hour late. 13-hour days are not my favourite thing, let me tell you.

4- My body clock helpfully woke me up at 3:40 this morning. "Time to get up to go to work!" it said gleefully. Of course, today is a night shift. I went back to sleep, but woke every couple of hours until I resigned myself to the inevitable and got out of bed. The morning has been quiet, at least, before I head out to the dentist, but I have a headache building which Advil and Tylenol aren't doing much to shift. I hope it goes away sooner rather than later.

5- There is no spoon. Or a number 5. Sorry. If I think of something else, I'll post again. Might go back to my old ways of multiple LJ posts a day. Shock! Horror! Actually, probably not. I have Twitter now for random thoughts. ;)

The trick, apparently, is not to let someone else's Mercury Retrograde issues pull you down.

So, because I can, I give you DEATH FROM ABOVE:

I am not usually a superstitious person. That being said, I have had a run of bad luck with regards to things breaking lately.

Last week it was breaking a bunch of dishes when my shelf gave way and tossed a bunch of heavy things onto the floor and counter.

Then on Saturday the cats shattered my full-length mirror.

On Sunday I discovered that the head of my garden rake has come apart from the handle and will need to be screwed/superglued back in.

Then today as I was opening the fridge door to get the wherewithall to make my lunch, my carton of eggs came sailing out of its nest in the door and landed with a sickening crunch! on the floor. Total casualties: seven out of nine eggs were toast.


So, dear Universe, what the hell?

I have the dumb.

The following conversation took place Friday evening, with a coworker.

Coworker: "I tried to call you this morning, but you must have been sleeping pretty soundly, 'cause you never answered your phone."

Me: "I might have been gone already. What time did you phone?"

Coworker: "Around 8:00. The phone rang off the hook, and you don't have an answering machine. I thought you were asleep so I hung up."

Me: "That's odd. I was definitely home at 8:00, and I have an answering machine. Besides, the phone is right next to my bed, so I would have heard it rin— Oh, God."



Guess who accidentally unplugged her phone for three days last week? You get three tries, and the first two don't count.

Anyway, I plugged my phone back in when I got home, and thank God that I'd had the presence of mind to email the RCMP on Friday (before I found out my phone was unplugged) to do a follow-up, because of course they tried to contact me during that time.

So I received a message yesterday (while I was gone, naturally), asking to call them back on Wednesday. YEE!

All in all, while I am an idiot of the worst kind, things have turned out for the better thus far.

The place has gone crazy. Moreso than yesterday, even. The timing is just perfect, too. It figures that everything would go to hell in a handbasket the week I'm only here for four days.

The office has gone crazy. The printer has stopped working, half our faxes aren't going through, and we've had one electrical issue after another.

People have been giving out unclear and contradictory instructions, and papers are all over the place where they’re not supposed to be. A few of the account managers have been bringing their work to the credit department themselves in order to “simplify” things for me and L. Unfortunately, they don’t know the procedure we use, so that makes it actually more complicated for us, because we then have to track down the paperwork to make it go through the correct channels.

I lost a bunch of photocopies yesterday which I then had to re-do today, although not before I was reassured that the copies I made yesterday were useless anyway due to a number of minor changes that were made to the original document.

The CAM has been in fine fettle, and has piled on the emergency work and has contradicted herself at least six times since yesterday. I haven’t had this much paper on my desk since I was at Erb Transport.

Speaking of Erb, I came across one of the drivers I worked with there. He was trying to deliver something to the fourth floor and having no luck because there was no specific consignee. He’s no longer working for Erb, since Vaudreuil was too far for him, but went to work for their competition, Midland Transport, which used to be next door to Erb in Dorval.

It was nice to see a familiar face, actually, and we were able to catch up for a minute or two. I still miss working at Erb, in spite of the asshattery I had to deal with all the time. It was a nice little job.