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Thursday, October 30, 2003
They always said, "If you don't have anything nice to say..." I don't know necessarily know who they are, but they were right. (Aren't they always?) My bitchy gripe this morning (first post - scroll down) about the stupid people I work with has come back to bite me in the ass.
Yes, I sit high atop my lofty soapbox and bitch and whine about all the morons of the world - but when the shoe fits, I also have no problem wearing it.
Shanna, why did you miss your gyno appointment this morning? Well, because I went to the wrong building. The complete wrong building - wrong set of doctors; I don't even think these people handle my insurance. Why did I do this? Because some strange thought in my head had me believing that is where I should go. Do you ever do that? Have a thought and not know where it came from, and you just go with it? Don't do that.
But this is no problem, right? Just hop in the car and run on over to the correct building (half way across town). Well, that would be the logical thing to do if I hadn't locked my keys in my car!.
The girl at the front visitor desk was looking at me like I was on drugs. I wish I was - then I'd have an excuse for my momentary lapse of reason and common sense. "What's the doctor's name again?" she asks me. Already I'm knowing in my head that I'm at the wrong place. I said so, then asked if I could use her phone - "I locked my keys in my car." She couldn't have looked at me stranger if I'd of had a third arm growing out of my forehead. At that moment I could hear her thoughts, "This loopy bitch doesn't even know where her doctor's office is, and she's gone and locked her keys in her car. What the hell is she on?" I can just see her relaying the story to her friends tonight over frozen margaritas as they laugh. "Some people are so stupid."
I think I should just go home and dye my hair blonde. If the hair color fits...