Confession Wednesdays..
Another fine day in the working world. Another fine day in the carpool lane as well. I am noticing more and more the senior member of our little carpool is a prime candidate for drug therapy. We sit in the back and are wedged in pretty tight, yet, for some reason she insists on getting her seatbelt securely fastened after I'm in the car. This requires me to scooch and lean and try to avoid her hand being on my a**. Ok fine, be safe, i'll take my chances with the windshield. Our pick up time is 5pm. Always has been. Yet, the other day I called her to see if she was on her way at 5:06pm (I know b/c she told me it was 5:06) and when she got into the car with us (at 5:09pm) she berated the driver with how she was waiting around for her and she should tell he if she's going to leave early. We all look around in bemused questionable glances being that we just sat there by the curb for a full 9 minutes waiting for her. Yet further evidence that ageing does generally suck. Oh it gets better: Monday I had to drive these people and she emails saying she's going to walk over to the final pick up spot (whatever, you want to walk 5 blocks in 95 degree hot be my guest). I get there to pick them up and my bro gets in the front and shuts the door. I swear I heard the other one shut so I lift off the brake and then I hear a howler monkey in the back. I look. She's half in and half out of the car shrieking. I stop. I've gone like a foot. She almost topples over completley. I try not to burst out laughing because C'MON, that was funny. Oh she's not amused. I apologize profusely and ask if she's hurt. No. Ackward silence ensues. Great fun. Good times all around. There's my Wed. confession.
Today, I was being a responsible employee and refilling the empty printer with paper. I go back to my desk with a slight stinging sensation I try to ignore while I read up the Express. Then I look, i'm bleeding on my darn paper and there is skin hanging off my finger in three spots. Oh the dreaded paper cut. You've got to be kidding me? I did that? Nice. At least I didn't bleed on my favorite white skirt.
In addition to this lovely tid-bit, our email is pretty much out. It was all day yesterday and today it's coming and going. I'm pretty sure I didn't get whatever was sent yesterday either. OH well. I can function without it...you know as long as we can still have internet access. That goes and I'm gone!