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Wednesday, June 15, 2005

Yesterday morning I was rinsing something in the bathroom sink, wandered into the other room to sit while it was soaking, intending on being there for just a few moments and feel asleep. Trevor did a Lassie impression and woke me up and led me to the bathroom half an hour later, where the item soaking had clogged the drain, causing the entire bathroom to flood.

When I got to work, I got an e-mail that a jackass host at the station, who adores AC and hates me, complained to my boss that when AC handles his feature, everything runs smoothly, but everytime I do, something gets messed up. That's not at all, even remotely, true. Another host is supposed to call in so I can interview him, and has twice now not called, so I got to send a nasty "I have done everything in my power to respect that your timeis valuable, I ask that you respect the same of mine now" letter. I then randomly scratched at an itch on my arm just before AC came into my office to ask a question, at which point he claimed I looked horribly upset and said my arm looked like someone had grabbed me.

I called GB at work, and he didn't answer his phone. When he called back an hour later, the day was just going worse and worse, and I broke into tears and was about to ask him if we could just rent a movie and sit on the couch so I could just cry in his arms, and before I could get that out he said "well, I gotta go do a search warrent so I won't be home tonight". Great.

I hung up, crying, went down the hall to my office and opened up an e-mail. One of those lovely e-mails from one of those lovely well-meaning people who said basically "all I know about you is what I've read on your blog, but I know someone who has nothing in common with you but X and even though everything else is different and even though she made completely different choices than you, this horrible thing happened and I don't think she made the right decisions so I just wanted you to know I was concerned about you." Thanks.

After the stream of profanity (that got sent in a letter to my benevolant benefactor who is not only a great gift giver but a truly good person and friend as well) I felt a little better and made it through the rest of the day.

When I got home, my first ever loaf of sourdough bread was done, and tasted great (even if it looked pretty bad - when they say "light" for crust control, they mean it! This was pasty and gross looking... but Sssssoooooooooooooooo yummy). As I fought with the damn Christmas stocking I'm working on (and my tension is drastically different on the foot that I'm doing now than on the leg) I flipped through the channels, I discovered probably the most depressing news to me all day.

I liked a reality television program.


I don't even know what it's called - is it "Shall We Dance"? That makes sense. It's the one where celebrities are paired with real ballroom dancers and compete, and I don't care that they're celebrities, but I like ballroom dancing and it's so neat to see people who can barely walk and chew gum (Evander freakin' Holyfield!!!) doing ballroom dancing and I hope the show does well, because it's about the only thing I smiled at all day.

Of course the fact that I loved it means it'll get cancelled right away. So my apologies now.

BUT I just this second got a call that the surgeon I was supposed to see tomorrow has been called into the OR, so can I go see him this afternoon instead? It means leaving work in a state of mass chaos, but to paraphrase Catherine, Fuck 'em.

9 Comments:

Anonymous carolyn said...

Dancing with the Stars!!! Oooh la la! I too have been cast under it's spell. As far as reality shows go I think it's fun. No one is eating bugs or yelling at each other. It's athletic, takes talent and is just easy to sit back and watch. Hope you have a better day today!

12:35 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I saw that show for the first time last night and loved it, too. The judging part was stupid, but the dancing! Wow. In my dreams.
Sorry about the awful day. Wish I could fix it, but you do have my sympathy, if that helps any. Linda

12:53 PM  
Blogger Amy Boogie said...

After a day like that, it can only get better right? Homemade bread, mmmmmm!
Hang in there.

2:43 PM  
Blogger Donna said...

Amie, I got into a busy spell with life and missed reading your blog for a few weeks. I'm not sure what's going on with you, but I gather it's a serious health thing. Just know that I care and that you are most definitely in my thoughts. Take good care of yourself and don't let the bastards get you down!!

3:22 PM  
Blogger snowballinhell said...

I love that show, too! I think it's "Dancing With The Stars," and my daughter got me addicted a couple weeks ago. Now we're critiquing them as if we actually knew a freaking thing about dancing! Heehee.

I hope today was much better.

5:43 PM  
Blogger Carol said...

Amie, I can only hope that tomorrow is better than today.

God bless you, and GB too.

Carol

6:02 PM  
Anonymous Shea said...

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7:02 PM  
Blogger David said...

See now? You’ve earned the ultimate come-back line for fecally enhanced days: “Yeah, but I’m kicking cancer’s butt!” : )

9:22 AM  
Blogger Jensgalore said...

Oh, I love that show, too! I have NEVER watched a reality show before, but I love ballroom dancing. I'm utterly hooked now, and so is the husband.

2:15 PM  

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