So not your typical Tuesday; alarm went off and instead of hitting snooze I apparently turned it off... so 90 minutes later I knew I wasn't making my 9AM teleconference at work. Thankfully we have the technology to dial in while sitting in stop and stop traffic with the occasional roll forward... AND this telecon is getting shorter and shorter so 10 minutes on the phone while sitting in traffic and charging the time - in my mind is win win or making a nice cup of lemonade out of the lemons of my idiot move with the alarm clock.
On the up side I have found you can mute the blackberry - no more swearing at the idiot who cuts you off and have it broadcast across the country. Ah the mute button - savers from thyself.
Then we start conference call number 2 of the day, and head chick blathering on, I am paying attention as I am about to say something then.... the building fire alarm goes off. Now usually the first reaction is to wait because 9 times out of 10 you will then here... "this is a test please disregard..." but not this time... get out! More like fire drill please line up like good boys and girls, stay together and exit the building.
So, tossed off my girl shoes (shoes with heels) and tossed on my sneakers and walked all the way down 2 flights of stairs outside to our designated meeting place, to be checked off as present and accounted for and safely out of the building. So stand around outside for about 15 minutes, then we got the all clear, good job everyone, and then up that one flight of stairs and now I have 20 minutes before the next teleconference.
I am almost afraid to ask what else this day could bring?
So last night I got my living room 9/10ths done, a big piece still missing and won't return until Thanksgiving time frame... I ain't even touching the flipping box... I will get it in the door and leave it where it lies. I don't care if Bubba is on the West Coast for a month I ain't touching it. (that would be the Lladro piece for those with short memories)
And now we know the what else... my original 11 AM conference call was cancelled and immediately replaced by another... this isn't fun.
Now I have an issue - Wednesday is my usual day at home, my counterpart is having an eye problem the one she recently had an operation on and the doctor can only see her tomorrow. Now do I do the good thing and change days, which means I MUST be here by 9AM for a required training class or keep my day with little stress and make the 9AM call... I fear I will do the good doobie thing and be here... I will be up and not turning off the alarm...
Of course knowing me I'll bring the computer home just in case... of traffic, random bird strike or any other non-nature disaster that might impede my way into work. I can promise you by the end of the day I will have changed my mind 6 times. All this thinking makes my head hurt.
One final thing.. Bubba has called both nights since he's been gone, Sunday and Monday - this is very unusual, now did he call just to check that I did indeed DVR his shows or did he call to chat? This is unusual because the standard method of Bubba operation is to call to inform he's on the ground and all is well then rarely hear from him all week... two nights in a row is practically unheard of... guilt or boredom? And what the heck does he have to feel guilty about? I have ways -- plus Bubba is the world's worst liar on the planet - still haven't figured out how this guy plays poker... or maybe when he's doing numbers he's got that cranky constipated look on his face and no one has a clue what his issue is. Or I've just been married to him for darn near 20 years and I know what each cranky constipated look is for - and rarely is it constipation.
D-minus 4 days and counting until we're singing... The Love Boat soon will be making another run.... the LOVE boat.... hee hee hee.
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