Awww...thanks for thinking about us! I'm here but everytime I pull up my browser, the boss walks by my cube :-( AND I'm behind schedule so that doesn't look too good. Hello...when am I NOT behind schedule?
And now the post office has gone and pissed me off -- idiots over there. Chris and I have a PO Box together, so I put in a change of address to forward MY mail to my new home. Well, we haven't gotten ANY mail at the PO Box for about 2 weeks. So something's up because we get an a$$-load of junk mail, if nothing else. So Chris calls them and they say "oh...only Jeanie knows about that...and she leaves at 1:30pm". Hmmm...I'm thinking that Jeanie's got a pretty sweet a$$ job if she gets to leave at 1:30pm everyday. I called them today (finally speaking with Jeanie--holder of all the PO Box knowledge apparently) and she tells me -- "Oh...you put in a change of address so we closed the box." WHAT????!!!! Excuse me? I've paid for the damned thing for a YEAR so, until April 2006, that puppy's MINE. And, I only did an individual change of address for ME...not Chris -- and their web-site specifically states that each person must fill out their own change of address form. So where IS our mail? No one knows. Will Chris's mail be forwarded to my new home address? No one knows. Are they just returning his mail? No one knows. DOESN'T anyone KNOW ANYTHING?! So I have to march down there tomorrow -- sometime between 9:00am and 1:30pm (umm...at which time I'm supposed to be at MY FULLTIME JOB -- where I ACTUALLY KNOW SOMETHING) -- and completely make a scene before anyone will help me figure out what kind of stupid mess they've made and where my mail is going. ARGGGG!!! COME ON PEOPLE...give me a break already!!!
Okay...deep breath. Sorry to put that all out there...but, I'm telling you, people are on my last nerve. That's why I loved Shelley's "thought of the day" about slinkies! Oh yeah...LOTs of slinkies have been floating around me lately.
And now my stomach hurts so bad that I'm sitting here looking up symptoms of appendicitis - when it's probably just gas
or possibly an ulcer. But, you know, given my track record over the last couple of months...going straight to the appendicitis diagnosis is probably the best thing to do!
The ONE good thing I have is YOU GIRLS! Otherwise, I'd be on the 10 oclock news beatin' the crap out of someone about now.
So...that's where I've been. And now my boss just walked by...CRAP!
Shonie