Dad's still very tired. They spoke to the hospital rep today about dad possibly going to the rehab floor several times a day. Dad's oncologist has scheduled another transfusion for tomorrow and did another CT scan of his abdomen today. I'll let you know the results tomorrow.
Just One of Those Days
Wendy's, if you aren't going to serve baked potatoes, take down the huge pictures of baked potatoes plastered all over your building. Or, at least put a big red X through the baked potato portion of your $1 menu.
While I'm on the subject of fast food restaurants running out of items, how does a fried chicken joint run out of fried chicken? This has happened to me several times at both Church's and Kentucky Fried Chicken.
When I got back to the office, without my Wendy's baked potato, I had to eat my chicken nuggets and salad in the car, because it was raining so hard. Since I thought I was going to be eating in the kitchen at work, I didn't buy a drink, so I ate my lunch in the car, in the rain, without anything to drink.
When I called my favorite Chinese restaurant to order supper for mom and dad, a lady picked up the phone and began speaking Chinese to somebody. I kept saying, "Hello? Hello?" Finally, somebody took the phone from her and asked if they could help me. I told him I wanted to place an order to go and he said, "Okay." It was the saddest, most tired "okay" I think I've ever heard. I felt kind of bad forcing the poor dude to take my order.
The icing on the cake to this fan-f*cking-tastic day was when I was told by four different people at American Home Shield that "porcelain does not crack on its own." In other words, I had done something to my downstairs toilet to make it crack. It was not "normal wear and tear" and my home warranty would, therefore, not pay to replace the cracked tank. I could not convince one of those people that the toilet did, in fact, crack on its own. Maybe I hit it with a baseball bat, or stood on it or slammed the tank top down (as suggested by one of the f*ckwads I spoke to today) in my sleep, but I swear I have no recollection of that.
Several times a year an astrology phenomenon occurs called the "Mercury Retrograde." This is one description: "Mercury retrograde gives rise to personal misunderstandings; flawed, disrupted, or delayed communications, negotiations and trade; glitches and breakdowns with phones, computers, cars, buses, and trains. And all of these problems usually arise because some crucial piece of information, or component, has gone astray or awry."
Every time the planets go into this particular configuration, bullsh*t like the things that happened to me today happens. Nothing major like the events of the past two months, just annoying, irritating, aggravating crap.
I hate retrogrades.