No, I will not answer that.
When it rings a second time, however, I can no longer avoid it.
Work starts as soon as I wake up.
It's not even eight am and I've already solved my first crisis of the day. I haven't even had coffee, yet! That's an accomplishment. I am going to be positive today.
Three emails, six phone calls, and 28 text messages later...
Apparently, I am not the only one who thinks I need a clone. Apparently, some people believe I already have one. Receiving a phone call from a client's guardian asking why I'm not at the house to meet her is bad enough, but not knowing that I was supposed to be there is even worse, especially when I have a doctor visit for someone else in half an hour.
No, the bedroom is not painted. I am waiting to get the supplies from the other office. They said they'd bring them today.
Oh, it's being delivered today? Of course, I knew that.
Yes, yes, I have someone on their way to meet you.
Lies! Am I allowed to be pessimistic and whiny, yet?
No, one of the handicap parking spots is actually open at the clinic! There are two, and they are always taken. Every time we come here, I have to park around back and wheel her up the hill to the door. Today can still be a good day after all. It's only 930.. It can still be a good day...
"We don't have you on the schedule, Laura."
It is taking every ounce of whatever I actually have left (I forgot to take my allergy medicine this morning, too) in me to not slap this girl across the face as I as her, "Are you sure?"
"What time are you supposed to see the doctor?" Her voice told me I'm not hiding my emotions very well. People aren't used to seeing me angry.
She runs back to talk to the doctor and apologizes for the mistake. Of course, since we weren't marked down, they're double booked.
11:20 and I'm still sitting in the exam room. A creepy exam room. It's not our usual. There's so much I could be doing! I fixed my face after the encounter with the receptionist, but I don't think I can hold it much longer. It's been a long time since I've angry cried, but this whole week has been like today, and I know it's coming.
I have another appointment at 1. I have to paint that bedroom. I have get a check in the mail and I still don't know where it needs to go. I have a staff with a case of missing vacation hours. I'll have to trek to the pharmacy and wait around while they fill her prescription. I have two ridiculously important emails to answer. I know my voicemail light is blinking away on my work phone. I can feel it.
2:37 pm and sitting in the pharmacy is the only moment of peace I have had today. I hate the pharmacy, but this is the most relaxed I've been all day. I hate that the douchey one is the only person I can talk to because everyone else is new and looks at me like I'm not speaking English.
Breathe deep. Close my eyes. Smile.
I have a bottle of wine at home.
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