This has totally been my week so far. I started with such high hopes and the real problem is that nothing really bad has happened. It's just been little stuff and yet my mood is foul.
I got four phones calls yesterday from people ordering tickets. How many of them actually had their credit card in hand ready to give me the number? Answer: one. (Really? My time is so unimportant that I have it to waste while you go hunt for your card and honestly I don't care that you changed purses or might have left it in your wife's car...)
I had seven people contact me to change dates on their tickets. How many of them actually knew what date they wanted to change them to? Answer: three (why would you not know this before hand?)
Back in December, I made my yearly appointments with my urologist and NP. I had two prescriptions that ran out of refills. My NP had no problem reissuing me a refill because I had an appointment on the books. My urologist changed my appointment from the 18th (she wanted the weekend off as they are closed the 21st) to the 28th and then refused to refill the RX she issued because I needed to be checked. I had enough med to get me to the 18th, not the 28th. After many phones calls, she finally was able to get me in on the 15th... I hate taking time off of work for this, but there seems no other way.
Titan has been on a rampage against Jenny and I have no idea why. There have been three massive cat fights that I know of. He's been punished, but he doesn't care. He's so lucky that we believe in forever homes because otherwise he'd have a 'for sale' sign around his neck.
See? Nothing major, just small crap that most weeks wouldn't bother me, but this week are annoying the poochies out of me... I suspect if this had been fifteen years ago, my period would be knocking on the door. Don't you just LOVE hormones (don't feel obliged to answer that)?
At least it's Wednesday...