I've had a morning.  

RedheadedMedStd 35F
1734 posts
6/8/2006 10:01 am

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6/12/2006 7:00 pm

I've had a morning.

Mood: Crabby

I've had a morning. Actually, it started just fine, an hour and a half into it I got pissed.

Last night my friend Moni came over with Starbuck's and we hung out. It was really nice to be able to catch up with her on some stuff. She's been working, taking 2 summer classes, and partying lots so I really haven't seen or heard from her too much. She and I both have class at 8 am so she asked if she could get a ride in the morning. I told her sure, to be here by 7:30 am. She lives like a block and a half away.

6 am rolls around and I am getting ready for class, eating breakfast actually, at like 7, when I get a phone call. I don't like to talk in the mornings. I am not a morning person. Shit, I don't even talk to Greg! I usually wave good-bye and that's it. I'm just not someone who wakes up very fast. Usually by the time class is in session in the am, I am alert and ready for conversation (class is about 8 am).

So this phone call from Moni at 7 am is the last thing I want. She tells me she won't be ready to walk over here and be at my apartment at 7:30, could I please come get her? WTF? I'm doing you a favor by taking you with me and now I have to go pick your ass up? I know it's only a block and a half, but jeez!

I knew this would happen, she's like the kid sister I simultaneously want to strangle and hug. I have my drive to campus timed to a 'T' and the roads I take are because I hit very little traffic. I didn't get gas the night before so I go get her and she's having a cigarette outside her house. She knows I don't smoke anymore, and she's never really dealt with me in the morning. Let me tell you, chattering my ear off, smoking in my car without asking, criticizing the roads I am taking to campus, and not brushing your teeth and breathing on me first thing in the morning is not a good way to start my day!

I get to the gas station, and I'm timing myself, like ok, I'm still ok on time. I hate being late. She noticed some friend who was working the counter, so she went up and prepaid for me. That's nice. I'm pumping gas and she's talking to her pal. Gawd she talks a lot in the morning! I get done and get in the car, she can see me from where I am, and she knows I'm done. SHE KEEPS ON TALKING! Hello! Excuse me, but don't you remember this little thing we have to do this morning called class? I beep, she saunters out and we leave. I get to class late, not by much, like 5 mins. but I hate the looks I get when I come in late.

Class was interesting as always and then I get home. I finished a box of cereal this morning, Lizzie got into the box and there are pieces all over the living room. I take the dog for a walk, she's being a brat. She wanted to stop every 100 feet to sniff something. My Discman is thoroughly outdated and was skipping the whole walk, even with the Anti-Skip thingy on. I get close to home and let her off the leash to run for a minute, there is no one around that I can see.

She runs to her tree, then notices that some guy is tying the doors open cause he is moving out and it'll hold the doors open for him. He gets done and walks toward his moving van on the other side of the street. Lizzie runs after him. She gets within 2 feet of him and as I am calling her wheels around and runs back to her tree. She knows I am pissed. Yet, when we go to go retrieve my keys from my car so I can get into my apartment, she still runs off AGAIN, to the trash dumpsters and tries to find a couple of crumbs. Her selective hearing kicks in, and she doesn't hear me calling her.

I get upstairs and I go to take down our trash, it's trash day and they are normally here around 11 am, so I have to take it down before. I go down and get to the dumpsters, I heave the last bag up and it breaks. It all just missed me. I get back upstairs and my cat Moe, runs out the fucking door into the hallway and looks at me like, "What are you gonna do about it?" I retrieve the cat and toss him inside.

I need to call the doctor's to set-up a last ultrasound appt. to check the baby's size. I wait on hold for 10 mins. for a secretary to pick up the fucking line and schedule. She sounds like someone pissed in her Wheaties. I call my OB to let her know I got in cause it's a different ultrasound doctor, one she wanted me to go to. I was on hold for 15 mins. two different times that I call the office. I know cause I looked at the timer. I finally hang up and call the "If you can't wait" phone #. The chick rudely informs me she won't take my message and there is nothing she can do for me. Bitch.

I call the office for the 3rd time and like 5 mins. later get through. I leave a message, asking the nurse Cathy to call me back today. She's not in today. Grrrr.

I had problems communicating with this ultrasound doc before. They said they may be able to squeeze me in on Tuesday at 4:15. They called me and left instructions as to what to do before my appt, drink like 32 oz. of water and hold it for an hour before my appt. That hurts if they run late and you have to hold it. They call to remind me of that, but not that they did in fact squeeze me in at the end of the day. So then they call me back all mad cause I took the dog for a walk and took a nap and my ringer wasn't on, so I didn't get the messages til like 6. But even with the first message they didn't tell me for sure what day and time to come in! Assholes!

They blame me for the whole affair. Then yesterday I call to reschedule, I got forwarded to Melissa's voice mail, some assistant chick for the office. I leave a message. The OB's office calls me at the end of the day like my Mom to say they heard I never called. WTF? Yes I did, I was on hold for 10 mins. before I went to voice mail. I know it's the correct phone # I checked! So this whole aggression towards doctors has been building for like 3 days.

So I've determined some stuff. Next OB appt. I am going to complain about the rudeness of the "It can't wait" secretary, the length of time I was on hold 3 separate times for someone to pick up my phone call, and the miscommunication wherein I got blamed and treated like a 10 year-old. The ultrasound doctor is gonna hear that her secretary I spoke to Beth, was really not nice too. Finally, next time, if there is one, that Moni wants a ride and is not gonna be on time? Not my problem, find another way to school. I am sick of getting treated like scum, especially today.

Can you tell I'm crabby? When I started this post it was like barely 12pm too!


PrincessKarma 45F
6188 posts
6/8/2006 1:06 pm

*offers a hug and some choccie*

The Big Bang was the mother of all orgasms.PrincessKarma

rm_bryan4a 38M

6/8/2006 1:47 pm

Look at it this way - The rest of the day has to be better!

frangipanigal 46F
10406 posts
6/8/2006 4:45 pm

In a unpregnant state, you'd deal with crap like that lots better. Welcome to the home sretch. All emotions are magnified by 1000 times (good ones and bad ones).

Breath, rest and avoid idiots!

Frangi x

NSAAddict 43F

6/8/2006 6:57 pm

Big hugs for you Red, hope the rest of your day was much better!

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