There are those days. The ones where it all goes wrong from top to bottom; when all you want to do is either cry, start over, or just go home and go back to bed. Unfortunately, I wanted to do all and got to do none.
We have an extra guest in our house each morning. I help her mom out and put her on the bus. She has this (not so) great habit of treating Boo like crap. She's nice when she wants him to carry something but I've watched her hockey check him if he's in her way. Today, I got really ticked but instead of singling her out, I addressed everyone. It was a general warning that my kids understood perfectly. It was an automatic jump to two and the rule is????? No three. She didn't quite get that. She pushed. I won't go into details, but I'll leave it that she now understands the trouble with three.
I got to work. I was already jacked up and frustrated only to find that my meds were 1)incorrect 2) packaged wrong 3) no med changes were noted in the charts. {So you kind of have to wonder how to know if they are right to begin with?!} This will take several trips and phone calls to fix. No biggie. I'll get there but it will set me back a couple of hours. I go down to the pharmacy (I have some other business to take care of there) and am stopped by a...woman who introduces herself with the gentle words
"Are you gonna wait on me or WHAT?"
I raise my eyebrows, clench my teeth and say "I'm sorry. May I help you?" in my professional voice. This means in the back of my mind I'm humming Katmandu by Bob Seger. I drown out the hate that way. : ) It works for me.
She tells me she wants to pick up a prescription.
"Who is it for?" --KKKKKATmanDUuuuu...Really really where I'm goin to.....
She gives me her name with an indignant chuff (as if I should have asked for her autograph) I look but cannot find it and therefore check her profile and asking her if she knows what it is for or when it was to be done.
"If I ever get ouuuta here...." I think and tap my foot.
Having left common courtesy at home and (I deduce) receiving an extra helping of witchiness in her McHater Tots, she explodes with delicate lady-like language most of which begins with F and ends in -uck and it isn't FIRETRUCK. She also launches into a tirade about her life at home and HER bad day (which is obviously more important and worse than mine; after all, her check is late and she now has to post-pone her nail appointment.)
"I got no kick against the West Coast....." tap tap
The end result is the prescription is ACTUALLY for her BOYFRIEND and it IS ready. She slams her hands on the counter--chipping her already needy nails, cracks her icky watermellon gum and leaves without saying good-bye , have a day or bite me. I have made it all the way through the song and am really thinking it sounds like the right thing to do...go to Katmandu.
So I shuffle the papers that were the REAL reason I came down here to the chorus of my song, trying to hold on to the last few straggling hopes of a good day. The next contestant pops up like a nightmarish game of "Whack a mole " . This one is yelling at someone on their cell phone.
"I don't care WHAT he said! He's a LIAR and I'm gonna kick his..."
"Kkkkkk-Can I help you?"
I smile. It works.
Have a nice day...I'll meet ya there.
