Messy Me

 I realized I'm getting the cartoon grey streak going on with my hair. I got an appointment in a couple of weeks.  Not a big deal.  I thought between my one eyebrow and grey streak, I'll be rocking a cartoon villain look when I hit my medical appointment.  I'm leaving the John Fetterman hoodie home though. I will make more of an effort to look like a human being instead of a human disaster.  I feel like a wreck.

I never used to take the whole day off for a medical appointment.  I have enough time and after dealing with Frick taking off because she felt "snarfy" I figure it's ok if I take the day to breathe, get nervous, freak out and then walk out.  Then melt down.  And then be ok because I got a cake pop from Starbucks.  

I felt like I had to show up and prove that I was a normal person.  Well, the ship sailed in the first grade so what I was trying to prove by making a point of hustling like I did initially with all my medical?  Maybe I wanted to forget that something bad had happened.  I actually had people mad at me in the office about not coming back after I mentioned having an appointment on my day off.  It's my day off.  Deal with it.  

I came in one day from a simple dentist appointment and my dentist is in my old neighborhood.  Driving out to Pewaukee after that is not an easy trip.  I barely got myself signed in and I had Lois call me.  She said she had an audit to do and didn't know how to do it.  I said I don't know what you're talking about and she started telling me how Lorna, another assistant helped her attorney.  Why couldn't I do the same?  She did that a lot to me.  She wound up with Lorna after me and then said I never had this problem when I was her dumping ground.  Lorna and I didn't agree on a lot but we had a little bit of a better understanding of each other after Lois.  Lorna did say it was like herding cats dealing with Lois. I told her I had just gotten to the office and was signing in and I'll stop by once I get settled and she actually hung up before I could finish.  That was typical.

I took my phone receiver and slammed it on my desk a few times and let out an UGH! which made another assistant laugh.  She said that Lois and I were a good pair.  I said I hope you'll visit me in prison when I wrap the phone cord around her neck. 

I am messy.  This is why I take the day off.  Nobody gets a phone cord wrapped around their neck.  


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