I have the on-call pager this week, and wouldn’t you know, some EMS/Ambulatory service has decided that our pager number, the same one we had for years, needs to be in their emergency call list.  This means that the pager goes off at all hours of the night.  For non-work shit.  This means that every third week, I have to sleep on the couch.  Unless I’m watching House or Law & Order, I hate my couch.  I think I’m allergic to it.

My computer decided to play a nasty little trick on me and decide to take a dump on itself and the only way to clean it up was with a reformat.  I know I was talking to Franky about reformatting soon, but I was kinda hoping I would be able to do it on my time.  Of course, me being...well...me, I somehow managed to not pay attention to what I was doing and fucked it up again, so a second reformat was in order.

While my computer’s being reformatted (at 3am), and I’m trying to fall asleep to some shitty B movie about giant bugs in a sorority house on Sci-Fi, my asthma decides it wants to play dirty little tricks on me to keep me from sleeping.  Of course, my asthma knows that I’ve been putting off going to the doctor to get refills on my prescription because I don’t have time or money right now.  Which is supposed to make the joke funnier.  But, it just makes me cry.

Just when I get my asthma under control, and start getting back into the swing of things at work, we have a medical emergency at home, which keeps me on hospital visiting hour schedules.  No, I wasn’t the one in the hospital.  But it was scary, and I had been asked not to make a big deal out of it.  Of course, no one can ever know how long they’re going to be in the hospital until they’re already discharged...so I had no idea how much time this was going to take up, and how much work I was going to miss.

So, I did the only thing I could think of.  I called Jenny and cried to her and asked her to handle my dirty work while I was sans internet.

We finally got home and set up our tree the other night.  It looked halfway decent for all of 6 hours.  Apparently, one of the cats decided she wanted to get to the top of the tree.  Of course, in order to do this, she figured the only way to get there was to lunge off the arm of the loveseat and fuck up all the branches as she hit the aluminum trunk and slid down the entire tree.

I spent all night beating her senseless.

And now I’m fucking exhausted, back at work, hating work, and ready for the weekend, already!

 
Jenny:  Thank you for helping me out in a pinch.  I’m sorry for asking you to do my dirty work.

Andi:  Sorry I haven’t gotten back to your emails yet.  I just saw them and now need to sort through them.

Lisa:  I’m sorry I let you down.  I lost your cell #, otherwise I would have called you.

Melanie: I’m sorry for your loss.

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The Mr. actually posted.  I’m so proud of him.  He has the potential to piss off a lot of mommybloggers…

...if he had more traffic going to his site…

...if he actually posted more…

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All the bitching I do at work, about work, over work...and they still gave me Employee of the Quarter.  Rumor has it, I threatened bodily harm to everyone who didn’t vote for me.

The prize: $75 gift certificate to Amazon.com.

The spoils:  A shiny new router because mine is crapping out.

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I left my wallet at work the last 2 days in a row.  Here’s hoping I don’t forget it a third day.  It would really suck to get pulled over during one of my road rage incidents with no license readily available.

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I’m still waiting on donations for my boob job.  I’d link to the original post, but I trashed it.

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