I powered through a 10 hour work day yesterday only for the sheer pleasure of knowing that starting today, Wednesday, November 24, 2010, I would begin a 5 day weekend.
I planned on cleaning and cooking and baking. Oh, the baking I would do.
But nothing really ever goes as planned, as I quickly learned today.
Got a call at 8am from work, saying the 2 Thanksgiving dinners I ordered for the officers was only recorded as one and it was too late to get a second dinner. What? I know I ordered 2. I remember the guy writing 2 dinners. Anyway, I ask the lady at work to try and figure something out because Owen had a dr. appointment and I just couldn't deal with it at that time.
So, had to take the munchkin to the doctor. Apparently, his weight is low and the doctors don't believe I feed him. So we go in, and of course he gains like .08 pounds, but grows half an inch, yet still his weight is too low. I get a 20 minute lecture on how to feed my son and what to feed him. Then out of the blue, she says:
"any reason you didn't get all the shots when you were here last month?"
me: "huh?"
dr.: "he was supposed to get 7 shots last time, but only got three. did you plan that? ask for it to be broken up?"
me: "i don't know, my husband came last time."
dr.: "oh"
me: "uhm, yeah, so, what now?"
dr.: "well, we can give him all the shots and do all the bloodwork that was ordered at the last appointment"
me: "ok" :::grumble something about husband's worth, blah, blah, blah:::
We then wait 20 minutes, Owen gets 4 shots. He's not happy. We leave. He thinks we're good and then we go to draw blood where he's held down and poked again and he loses it. Poor guy.
So now that a 20 minutes appointment has turned into an hour and 15 minute appointment, I can return all the calls I missed and what have you.
Back to problem 1, the store said I only ordered one but we got lucky that there was a cancellation and we could get a second. Ordinarily, no big deal, except this really bothered me for some reason. I had to reassure myself that I wasn't crazy. So of course, like any rational person, I go to the store to get everything sorted out.
Store
me: "hi, need to verify what i ordered last week."
her: "what did you order?"
me: "2 thanksgiving dinners, order #86"
her: looking at order 68, "no, you ordered one."
me: "you're looking at 68, I'm #86"
her: flipping pages, "didn't i talk to you this morning? you only ordered one."
me: "no you didn't. I originally ordered, but what to verify what is being picked up tomorrow, because of this confusion."
her: "well it says you ordered one, because you only have one order number. if you would have ordered 2, they would have given you two numbers."
me: "well, right there in your notebook, it says 2 dinners. maybe the guy who was here that day didn't know to give me 2 order numbers but it clearly states there 2"
her: "well we counted it as one. i told the lady this morning we had a cancellation so we added it to your order."
me: "so had we not called to pick up earlier, you would have only given us one dinner?"
her: "yes"
me: "even though it says 2?"
her: "yes"
me: "not sure i understand that. anyway, we have two for tomorrow...right?"
her: "yes."
me: "thanks."
Now, seriously, what are the odds that we're actually going to have two dinners tomorrow?
So, I left the house at 8:45 AM, and didn't get home until 12:30 PM.
It feels like I'm not going to get much done today. New plans include: picking up my paycheck, picking up my catalog order from JC Penney, making dinner, potentially baking and debating on Black Friday shopping.
Hope your long weekend's are starting off better than mine!
