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Today was a day and enh
The important thing: Mom's surgery seems to have gone well. Huzzah!
And now for the rest.
Went to work for the sixth day in a row and you all are to remind me when it comes time for her next one that I am taking off the day before, the day of, and the day after and work can kiss myass grits if they try and pull this shit again. Work itself wasn't too bad because I basically just kind of floated through it other than being annoyed that people would go out of their way to find me on an aisle and that Ms. G spent three hours putting up ad tags that should have taken her like an hour, max after things calmed down.
I'm getting the trash out of the breakroom because our trashcan is teeny tiny (I don't understand) and counting down the minutes til I get off work and then I practically skip back up to the front and the phone rings. And I know before I look at the caller ID (work knows who is calling out, man) that it's Mom. Yup. Only it's not that she overslept, it's that the car won't start! I'll skip the full agony of having to wait on calls that never came so I had to call and whatnot, but the shorter version is this:
Mom thinks the car won't start. Then Mom says it's the key that won't turn and this is apparently a thing with our car type so I freak out because holyfuckballs do I not have time for this, let alone the money for it, then I have to break it to Mums that neither of us have phones that are Uber friendly. I need to find a ride home and then to the surgery place. Mums is going to get a ride with the tow truck to the dealership and then the dealership should give her a ride to the SP.
In the meantime, I've called Cass who sounds like death and she's nice enough to come and get me. But it takes her an hour because traffic is horrible.
Basically I was still at work til around 7:30. If I'd known they hadn't scheduled someone til 8, I wouldn't have clocked out til Cass texted me to say she was nearly there and let Ms. G leave on time.
Almost home, Mums calls to say that the tow truck driver got the car to start and it was just the steering wheel was locked. Which our car does. So she's waiting on me and I get home, thank Cass profusely, and then run upstairs to change shirts, wash my hands, charge my phone just a smidge, and then hit the bathroom because you never know.
Then off to the surgery place! Huzzah. Where all the loveseat type chairs are taken. Woe. So I squish myself into a chair that sucks and Mums and I wait and wait and I eyeball the coffee machine that looks super complicated. My brother arrives maybe five minutes before Mums is taken back for prep and then he disappears with the car to get food, I guess. Dunno. Speaking of which, the book I chose to read while waiting had a lot of food descriptions that I was not expecting. By the time we left, I was starving.
Originally her appointment was for 9:30 and the doc seemed to think she'd be ready to go home around 10:30, which did not fit in at all with what the nurse told us after Mums was taken back. But he was right about the length of time, even if the times given were wrong. I thought I'd get called back again when she went to recovery but nope, about the time I thought maybe they'd call me back, the lady appeared and kind of snapped when my brother wasn't there. What I don't get is why, even though there were exactly TWO people in the room when she entered, she kept repeating his name. Ma'am, the elderly woman to my left is not my brother and no matter how many times you repeat his name, he's not going to be summoned. Trust me, I've tried, and I'm pretty sure the bloodties are stronger than whatever you've got going on. I text him, he's outside (and maybe has been the whole time, who knows?) and he comes in, I tell him the plan, let the receptionist know to call the mean lady back (who was nice to everyone else, wtf) and I head outside.
Annnnnnnnd away we go to the grocery store where I run in, can't find the cereal and forget the eggs, and then run back out after getting someone who commented positively on my Daria shirt.
Make it home and Widget, who didn't go to school, has cleaned up even more than asked and I'm so proud of him that I'm thinking that maybe I'll order pizza for a late lunch for the two of us when the dog starts to whine. So I holler upstairs for him. No answer. She picks it up again in about three minutes, so I knock on the wall. Nada. I get a funny feeling seeing as my brother told him that he wasn't to leave the house since he didn't go to school... I head upstairs and hope against hope that I'll just find him conked out in bed. Nope! He ditched us. He had to have left right after my brother did and holyfuckballs am I ticked.
Took the dog out and came back and made myself lunch after making Mom's lunch. Mom called my brother to ask him to come look for his son. I don't think he bothered seeing as Widget called sometime around 8 to say he was with B and then he got home just before midnight. Soooooo basically the one day I needed him and he'd promised to be around (volunteered, even) he disappeared completely.
My rage knows no bounds. I moved past seeing red to just white hot anger.
I've been awake since Sunday. (It's now technically Tuesday.) I wasn't awake because I was having a super fun time; I was at work. I had to spend extra time at work because I had to wait for a ride and then had my entire day's timeline obliterated due to suspected car trouble. Then no one sticks around to help after the surgery because you know who can't walk the dog because she can't lean over? Mums. You know who can't go outside in the sun because of the surgery? Mums. You know what that means? I have to do it.
Eventually around 4 I dosed off, but it was the half awake kind of sleep you do when you're keeping an ear out for trouble.
Let's see. In other news, Mom's presents arrived. I think. I have to double check for accuracy, but they should be fine. The boy's sheets have been located though I do think it's shitty of FedEx to promise delivery one day and then go radio silent until you hit them up like "um, my delivery date passed and as far as I can tell there's been no movement since last Thursday. What the heck?" My Ghostbusters Frankie shipped (yay!) so I guess we'll see what the difference between her and the SDCC version is? I mean, for ten bucks I'm not complaining.
When I return, we shall discuss why, oh why, you would basically spend $200 making an AG doll that already exists. Which is to say that the Jess molds have finally made it off backorder and are starting to arrive.
And now for the rest.
Went to work for the sixth day in a row and you all are to remind me when it comes time for her next one that I am taking off the day before, the day of, and the day after and work can kiss my
I'm getting the trash out of the breakroom because our trashcan is teeny tiny (I don't understand) and counting down the minutes til I get off work and then I practically skip back up to the front and the phone rings. And I know before I look at the caller ID (work knows who is calling out, man) that it's Mom. Yup. Only it's not that she overslept, it's that the car won't start! I'll skip the full agony of having to wait on calls that never came so I had to call and whatnot, but the shorter version is this:
Mom thinks the car won't start. Then Mom says it's the key that won't turn and this is apparently a thing with our car type so I freak out because holyfuckballs do I not have time for this, let alone the money for it, then I have to break it to Mums that neither of us have phones that are Uber friendly. I need to find a ride home and then to the surgery place. Mums is going to get a ride with the tow truck to the dealership and then the dealership should give her a ride to the SP.
In the meantime, I've called Cass who sounds like death and she's nice enough to come and get me. But it takes her an hour because traffic is horrible.
Basically I was still at work til around 7:30. If I'd known they hadn't scheduled someone til 8, I wouldn't have clocked out til Cass texted me to say she was nearly there and let Ms. G leave on time.
Almost home, Mums calls to say that the tow truck driver got the car to start and it was just the steering wheel was locked. Which our car does. So she's waiting on me and I get home, thank Cass profusely, and then run upstairs to change shirts, wash my hands, charge my phone just a smidge, and then hit the bathroom because you never know.
Then off to the surgery place! Huzzah. Where all the loveseat type chairs are taken. Woe. So I squish myself into a chair that sucks and Mums and I wait and wait and I eyeball the coffee machine that looks super complicated. My brother arrives maybe five minutes before Mums is taken back for prep and then he disappears with the car to get food, I guess. Dunno. Speaking of which, the book I chose to read while waiting had a lot of food descriptions that I was not expecting. By the time we left, I was starving.
Originally her appointment was for 9:30 and the doc seemed to think she'd be ready to go home around 10:30, which did not fit in at all with what the nurse told us after Mums was taken back. But he was right about the length of time, even if the times given were wrong. I thought I'd get called back again when she went to recovery but nope, about the time I thought maybe they'd call me back, the lady appeared and kind of snapped when my brother wasn't there. What I don't get is why, even though there were exactly TWO people in the room when she entered, she kept repeating his name. Ma'am, the elderly woman to my left is not my brother and no matter how many times you repeat his name, he's not going to be summoned. Trust me, I've tried, and I'm pretty sure the bloodties are stronger than whatever you've got going on. I text him, he's outside (and maybe has been the whole time, who knows?) and he comes in, I tell him the plan, let the receptionist know to call the mean lady back (who was nice to everyone else, wtf) and I head outside.
Annnnnnnnd away we go to the grocery store where I run in, can't find the cereal and forget the eggs, and then run back out after getting someone who commented positively on my Daria shirt.
Make it home and Widget, who didn't go to school, has cleaned up even more than asked and I'm so proud of him that I'm thinking that maybe I'll order pizza for a late lunch for the two of us when the dog starts to whine. So I holler upstairs for him. No answer. She picks it up again in about three minutes, so I knock on the wall. Nada. I get a funny feeling seeing as my brother told him that he wasn't to leave the house since he didn't go to school... I head upstairs and hope against hope that I'll just find him conked out in bed. Nope! He ditched us. He had to have left right after my brother did and holyfuckballs am I ticked.
Took the dog out and came back and made myself lunch after making Mom's lunch. Mom called my brother to ask him to come look for his son. I don't think he bothered seeing as Widget called sometime around 8 to say he was with B and then he got home just before midnight. Soooooo basically the one day I needed him and he'd promised to be around (volunteered, even) he disappeared completely.
My rage knows no bounds. I moved past seeing red to just white hot anger.
I've been awake since Sunday. (It's now technically Tuesday.) I wasn't awake because I was having a super fun time; I was at work. I had to spend extra time at work because I had to wait for a ride and then had my entire day's timeline obliterated due to suspected car trouble. Then no one sticks around to help after the surgery because you know who can't walk the dog because she can't lean over? Mums. You know who can't go outside in the sun because of the surgery? Mums. You know what that means? I have to do it.
Eventually around 4 I dosed off, but it was the half awake kind of sleep you do when you're keeping an ear out for trouble.
Let's see. In other news, Mom's presents arrived. I think. I have to double check for accuracy, but they should be fine. The boy's sheets have been located though I do think it's shitty of FedEx to promise delivery one day and then go radio silent until you hit them up like "um, my delivery date passed and as far as I can tell there's been no movement since last Thursday. What the heck?" My Ghostbusters Frankie shipped (yay!) so I guess we'll see what the difference between her and the SDCC version is? I mean, for ten bucks I'm not complaining.
When I return, we shall discuss why, oh why, you would basically spend $200 making an AG doll that already exists. Which is to say that the Jess molds have finally made it off backorder and are starting to arrive.