Things That That Suck (In No Particular Order)

1.   Mondays.

2.  Mondays after a long holiday weekend.  (Even if I DID work the night job 3 out of 4 of those days, and took my first day off in two weeks on the fourth day of said weekend; the day job can still be something of a bear to come back to.)

3.  Mondays in November after long holiday weekends that seem as though I have given up sleep for lent, and have to go for medical tests, and have not had a thing to eat or drink since before midnight the night before.  (Sorry…run on from hell, again.) And what makes THAT even better is that when one arrives at their destination to have the blood drawn, and the lab personnel don’t know why one is there, because the doctor’s office seems to have forgotten to phone/fax in that order.  Ok, let’s give it up.  The “one” is me. It was MY doctor’s office that I had to come back to my office and call, after having avoided people carrying food and coffee in the halls of the hospital where I work.

HateMail --- You Suck by Carol Lee

This just sums it up beautifully for me today. Yes, another blatant Christmas hint. Go see Carol Lee's HateMail by clicking the pic.

Let’s get one thing perfectly clear. I am a bitch until I get that first cup or two of coffee into me. So it was hard enough getting up early, after only a couple of hours of sleep, NOT having my customary cup of “roll right out of bed” coffee, drive to work (at which point I was cussing the people in the drive through at Starbucks), fly down to admitting, get admitted, have test #1 done, go down to the lab for the blood work, only to be told they knew nothing of me.  Down to my office to play “figure out the press 1 for a real person, only to be thrown directly in a voicemail box” game with my doctor’s office.

Bear in mind, it is now almost 8:30 and I still have not had a cup of coffee.  After jumping through many hoops, I FINALLY got a real person on the phone, explained that I was just a HAIR cranky because I’d been fasting since before midnight, and had pretty much been up most of the night, ANYWAY…The first answer I needed was, “Was I fasting for test number one, for the blood work, or both?”  (You know, cuz if I’m not fasting for blood work, you can pretty much bank on it that I’m going to have to jump over the desk and GET coffee while waiting for lab orders to come through, or whatever.)  Turns out I fasted for both.  The real person asks me what the admitting fax number is, and I’m like, “Huh? Honey, I work in a different department here, altogether and doing well to remember my own fax number.” So I’m told that they will fax it to the lab. Great, fine, thank you.  So I truck back down to the lab, let them know what’s going on, and the darling girl at the lab gets my name and extension so she can call me when the paperwork comes through, so I can go back through admitting. I just wanted to hug her, because nobody else seemed to be working with me…  She calls back about ten minutes later and I run down there again, to get my paperwork, run back down to the other side of the building, get re-admitted (I love those ladies, too!), race back to the lab and turn in the paperwork, and wait.  And wait.  Then it turns out that our lab doesn’t do the test that required fasting…Do WHAT??????  So now, I am all to the point where it’s like, “just stick me and get all the blood you need so I can get some damned coffee already, because I’m ill and may turn on you at any second, even though you have been super sweet to me and mega-accommodating….”

4.  Crazy People.   By crazy, I don’t mean in the literal, clinical sense.  I mean in the out-in-left-field-passive-aggressive-boy-have-you-given-me-too-much-importance-in-your-life crazy.

C’mon…You know who I’m talking about.  We all have them.  Maybe they all go by different names or titles – “Frenemy,” “Single White Female,” (movie reference, right there), “Sis,” (NO, Twinnii, I’m not talking about you, hon…other people might have crazy sisters, but I sure don’t…in fact, YOU may be the one with the crazy sister…)These are the people that will ask you for a favor, and you (as nicely as possible, mind you) decline. You even use more than the word, “no,” even though we have all been taught that it IS a complete sentence. And then you get the free vacation – you know, the Guilt Trip?  Then, like an idiot, you reconsider, do the requested deed, it doesn’t end as Frenemy had hoped that it would, and then, boom, you find yourself being badmouthed because Frenemy has told everyone he/she knows that YOU screwed up.  Frenemy now has a battalion of friends that are more than willing to pat him/her on the hand, “there, there, you poor abused person, how could that nasty ol’ Type-A Workaholic do such a thing to you?  And you’re all like, “Wait…WHAT????”  No, this stuff REALLY happens; and not just to me!

5.  Empty Checking Accounts. This is self-explanatory.

6.  Teenagers with PMS.  Especially the ones that live in my house.  (Can I get an amen?)  I still love you, sweetheart, but cut your eyes at me again like that because you feel a little puffy?  You’ll get double chores, I promise. And then I’m telling your mom.

7.  Stubborn Men.

No, Wait…that should read:

7.  STUBBORN MEN!  Specifically my husband.  Oh, how I would LOVE to elaborate here, but I suspect that would just be the wrong thing to do.  Is anyone else’s husband reluctant to phone a doctor?

8.  Mid-Season Finales. What?  Mid-season finales?  We couldn’t just do a whole season at a time?  Now I have to wait until FEBRUARY to see a new episode of The Walking Dead?   *sigh*

Well, I imagine I’ve whined enough for one Monday.

P.S. I am enjoying a fresh pot of coffee this afternoon because I can, and that is simply lovely. J

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About Julie the Workaholic

Mom of three (grown) sons and one (grown) step-daughter, wife of one, friend of many, and owned by seven 4-legged critters, writer, photographer, friend, huge fan of life, and most of all, lover of all things beautiful .….Getting healthy, and hoping to make a dent in the world in a most positive way! (And then there's my alter-ego, the Workaholic, who is me, just unfiltered.)
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11 Responses to Things That That Suck (In No Particular Order)

  1. Melinda says:

    Let me start with AMEN! Now to elaborate on that….first because that same “puffy” teenager lives with me as well and I definately know what you mean. Secondly, when I got to #8 and had not not seen the words, ex, wife or Melinda….I could laugh a little harder. To finish up, it’s an AMEN for the overall blog! I do so agree.
    I can do 1 better on the hospital story though. This should give you a good laugh for the day. Imagine going to your appt (2C Lab) and they say you need to be at 2B which is around the corner and all the way down the hall..wait…a, b, c….ok…nevermind…guess they do their alphabet different. When you get to 2B they say….sorry she meant 3B. So up the stairs you go and by the time you get there (10 minutes late) they say that you are late and will have to rescedule the appointment for later that afternoon. Keep in mind…I have only been in the hospital since 9am and up at 6 since its in Durham. So, that appt has now been changed to 4:30pm. What? Are they kidding?
    Keep on posting Julie…reading someone else’s take on things make me be able to laugh at my own sometimes! Thanks!

    • Oh, yours is probably going to be my favorite comment, EVER!!!! 😀 Yes, your hospital story iced mine, for sure, LOL…Different alphabet…:D LOL…LOVE that!

      Thank you for making ME smile, LOL! I needed that!

  2. kmwoodman says:

    Sorry you had such a crap start to your day/week. I can’t move until I have 3 diet dr peppers. I usually put off blood work much longer than I should just so I don’t subject the poor folks at the hospital to me without caffeine. Pretty sure it’s been outlawed in the local area.

    Hope your week gets better from here. Unless you need the blog fodder. 🙂

  3. joyful2bee says:

    Bless your little ole pea picking heart! You have had a stinking rotten Monday! I enjoyed your post and laughed multiple times! Sometimes it is easier to laugh at things tha to cry about them! How can so many bad things happen on one day!! SO sorry. I hope tomorrow is better for you, Hun!]

    • The way I see it, if screwy things happen to me then they probably aren’t happening to those that are not equipped to handle it (i.e. I need the blog fodder, they don’t, LOL…)

      If you can’t laugh at it, why bother living it, right? 🙂

  4. Roger says:

    And what’s wrong with “stubborn men”?? (I can ask that now that you have had at least ONE cup of coffee:) Seriously tho, hope all goes well from here…I get to do the “doc” thing AGAIN tomorrow morning.

  5. Mid-Season finales—should be illegal

    men who do not phone doctors ( MUCH different from “Men Who Stare at Goats”) should be shot, propped up, and shot again..

    and decapitated

    and quite possibly shot again.

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