And this is the story of how today sucks.
1) I feel awful. Dreadful. There is nothing I can eat that doesn’t make me sick. Water makes my stomach hurt.
2) The doctor told me, once again, that there is nothing to be done right now about my condition. I get to be referred to a specialist again, have a million tests again, and wait for it all to start, again. On top of that, I got to hear it from a student doctor and then a real doctor who both asked me a hundred questions (oh how I love describing my symptoms) and did exams before telling me there was nothing they can do. Doctors seem to have the market on the money for nothing scheme. Good job medical professionals everywhere.
3) I asked another question for work and got another pissy half-answer from the girl who is supposed to be running the show. Does she know how much of a *itch she comes off as in her emails? Because I’m about to bag the whole thing because I think she just sits around creating rules and implementing them via email, holding anyone accountable for them before they’ve been told. And plus, I get like…one project a month so far? That $9.99 will go a long way towards paying the good for nothing doctor.
4) I can’t even finish a secret surprise for Valentine’s Day because Walmart suddenly had a hissy about printing my wedding photos…even though I’ve been printing them fine for forever. I got transferred from person to person until they just said “no” at which time I officially lost it on whatever manager they recruited from the local prison to tell people who wants stupid. pictures. printed. no. The photos weren’t even for my project, they were just for Camper’s baby book. But as a result of my intense ANGER I told them to take all the photos and shove them. Thank you Walmart for protecting my son’s baby book from photos that were legally and lawfully purchased BY US over a year ago. I applaud your skilled diplomacy.
I am hereby banishing WalMart from my life. I don’t even care if they are cheaper. I DON’T CARE. On the day that I stand before the judge, or the whoever you stand before when you go bankrupt, I will explain that I have no money because I had to buy my conditioner from Target and pay $2 more because WALMART SUCKS SO BAD.
Tack on a bill “late notice” from someone that’s already been paid (whether they believe me or not, probably another trip to Staples to fax more recipts (do those trips count for “mecial expenses” for taxes?) to people who lose them. Because they were trained at the same prison as the WalMart employee. And my day is complete. I’m offically done. I still have sheets to fold and stuff to do and probably should avoid food at all costs, but I think I’m going to wait for my baby to wake up, bathe him, cuddle him, and let my brain turn to dramatic mush while watching American Idol. And eating cheese. Lots of cheese. With a glass of milk. And maybe some chocolate.
(AND NO I DON’T HAVE MY PERIOD.)
Because I am done today. Just done.
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