I can't wait for today to be over!

For the umpteenth time I have begun again, and every time I think it can't get any worse, my day proves me wrong.

My day began with a handwritten note Krl left for me that simply said "Fix it!" That should tell you the mood she was in last evening. Under that note was an envelope with it's contents spilled out that I had retrieved from the post office box of the seasonal employer. I had left this envelope on my desk in the home office. How it came to be in the kitchen on the counter where I keep my keys is beyond me because "Krl" NEVER messes with things on my desk! Anyhow, it had to do with Trc's delinquent student loan and their efforts to garnish Trc's pay (she made $4 last month, just enough to qualify her for group insurance).

What is most aggravating to me is I am supposed to fix this. I paid for the tuition once already and the student loan was supposed to be a reimbursement. Somehow the address for the student loan was changed to Trc's on campus mailbox and the money never made it through channels to me. It must have been a heck of a party, at least for that semester. GPA 0.00! Woo Hoo!

Of late things have been extremely unsettled at Trc's house. Lrn will graduate in a eight days. She has really been using that "I'm 18, you can't tell me what to do" line. I would believe everyone in that house is ready for her to take her eighteen and get out! WELCOME to the real world! You want it, you got it!

Try as I might, I can't drum up too much sympathy for Trc because the harder I think back about twenty years, the more likenesses I see between Trc and Lrn. Throw Brntly in the mix and I can almost hear my Grandpa saying "Looks like you're paying for your raising!" Trc has come a long way but she is not and was not lilly white!

So in regard to "Fix it". I will. "Trc, you are fired!" Goodbye insurance!

I had made the statement the other day that this week had been more like babysitting than being a co-worker! Today only re-enforces that. We had several project to do and I was working on them. Bank deposits, putting invoices in order, and doing some return goods authorization for some defective goods and parts shipped in error. I had asked Chris to call jobber services to see if we could put all the defects on one paper and all the merchandise returned for credit on another. He didn't want to, and said all they could do was send it back and chew us out. That kind of defeats the purpose of doing this now, I am trying to get it in in time for a credit before month end. Oh well, if it doesn't matter to Chris, why should it matter to me! I just gave him the paper and told him do it anyway he wanted!

So for the last bit I have been getting the silent treatment.

What I haven't vocalized is that today was the first day since I began this project that I found myself not wanting to come to work.

Not a good omen.

I finally got to see Dr. Mackie yesterday. I decided before I went there to take everything I might ever need and to "kill" the receptionist with kindness. I decided even if I reached through the window and dragged the receptionist through it and tossed her out the front door, I would do it with a smile on my face.

Dr. Mackie was great. He probably spent a hour and a half, or close to it, with me. That is one thing I have always liked, he does listen. Before it was all over he was doing a blood pressure med change, froze seven moles off, did a blood workup, gave me a referral to a surgeon for next week and another for a dermatologist in three weeks. If he can't do what needs to be done he sure doesn't hesitate to out source you!

At the clinic they have a really big male nurse, I'm not talking fat, I'm talking big. Tall, broad, muscular. When Dr. Mackie told me he wanted to take three viles of blood, I told him to send the big boy to get it because if they hurt me trying to get the blood at least with big boy it would be a fair fight! Doc laughed, but he did send the big boy in. Big boy was remarkably good!

Well that is about it, the tailgate to what has been a miserable week. Hope yours has been better!

FATHER, still need some help here!