That was my first thought when Lovey woke me up this morning. I couldn't quite figure out why: a) he was awake, b) he was waking me when it was still dark because c) it's Saturday.
Last night I was taking care of some homework and I was looking for some information. Lovey asked what I was up to (he already had this class) so I told him. Basically, the question said to pick one of the three below to discuss and of course, I didn't read it so I had done number one and was heading on to number two. "Hey, did you read this?" Um, sure. "Then why are you doing more work than you have to?" Ahh, Lovey, waker-upper and saver of too much work.
Today is a good day. Work till noon, eye doctor for contact fitting (if I can keep. my. composure.) at 2:30, massage for the girls at 4:30, and then follow-up at 5 to (hopefully) get the all clear to get back to exercising. I still can't do any weights in the upper body area for another two weeks, but at least I can get back on the cardio wagon.
Would you like to hear a story boys and girls? One about being sick and not having insurance, racking up a huge bill and paying it off in installments?
Yeah, before I had insurance, I got sick, likely from something in the air at work. I was just sucking it up until the day that I felt like there was an elephant sitting on my chest and I was having a heck of a time breathing. Emergency Room, here I come, circa January 2005.
Flash forward three years when I'm STILL paying this bill. Hey, they don't report my timely payments to any credit agency and there's no interest, so I'm really in no rush to take care of it. Anywho, they have my bank info so that they can automatically take out the payment monthly. Do you think they could get it right? Nope. One month, they take it out early so I had to call and bitch…they're lucky they didn't cause an overdraft. The kicker is that quite often, I have to call them to REMIND them to take out the payment. They've been as far as two months behind. Only in Miami would you have to call a collection agency on several occasions to beg them to take your money.
I've screamed at some poor people in that office, and yet nothing helps. Today the lady said she was sorry (yet again and at this point, your apologies mean nothing) and that it was an embarassment (nooooo, really?) to the company. What I'm really hoping for, in my silly head, is that they'll just get tired of me calling and say, SCREW IT, your account is closed. We're even. Yeah, right.
And that's the story of Miamishyner getting sick in Miami.
Bye for now. I think I need to do some wedding research today. If I get around to it, I may post some findings over at the other site.
I call shenanigans on the cashier at CVS who asked me for ID to buy 5-hour energy. I just read every word on the package and the only thing it says is not for use by children under 12 years of age. TWELVE!!
I'm in freaking work clothes for pete's sake! I only complied because, well, I really want it due to being up at the ass crack and needing to be awake for at least 8 more hours and because I already had my wallet open. But seriously, be realistic, would ya?
I was asked to find out how to use a certain function on one of our office multifunction copiers. Since we have a copy center that is responsible for said machine, I thought that they would be the best source of information. WRONG!
I approached them and explained what I wanted to the first gentleman. He studied me with a quizzical look upon his face and then told me to "Wait one minee" while his co-worker arrived to help me. A pleasant "how can I help you" later and I've re-explained what it is that I need. I received yet another confused look. I thought that maybe I wasn't properly explaining myself and so I tried a different explanation. Nope, no dice. Mind you, these people work for the freaking copy center. They are in charge of every printer in the building (almost)! The ones that they are in charge of are all the same brand and you don't know how to make them work?!?!
His resolution: "There's a manual located behind the machine" and he was kind enough to show me where it would be on my machine by pulling one out from the machine closest to him.
GIVE. ME. A. BREAK!!!
My resolution: Fiddle around with the settings until I figure it out. Yeah, I figured it out. I pwn IKON and CANON! HA!
Every weeknight at 7:30, we sit down for dinner and we watch Jeopardy. Typically, my daughter gets mad because my boyfriend and I are fountains of useless knowledge and when she knows the answer, she can't get it out faster than we do. If you know Jeopardy, you know that sometimes they have kids, or college kids, and sometimes, celebs. We hate celebrity Jeopardy. Sure it's great that they're playing for charity, but more often than not, the questions are outrageously simple. I watch Jeopardy for the brain workout and that's the same reason I don't watch Wheel of Fortune.
Well, I don't remember what the category was, but the clue went a little something like this:
Andrew Jackson, when on his deathbed, said he would see his slaves in this place.
Right? Simple? Heaven. Nice guy that AJ. Not so nice two gals and one guy sitting in our living room because I shout out, "That great cotton field in the sky!" I think at that point, my daughter swallowed a mouthful of pasta without chewing. Being who we are, we can't let it go with just that. Lovey chips in with, "See all those puffy clouds up there? You'll still be picking!" At this point, Kiddie is nearly in tears and we all have a great giggle.
It was funny! Really! We'll be there all week.