| Friday, Oct. 28, 2005 @ 8:58 am
if only, indeed So much for seeing Josh again. On Wednesday night, Leigh started feeling crappy. She woke up Thursday only to feel worse. In fact, the throat pain woke her up at 3am. She emailed me early to let me know, and to say she was waiting to call the doctor. I waited a couple hours hopefully, then started emailing and/or calling everyone I knew who might be interested or know someone who might be interested. I wanted someone to go with me, or buy both tickets. After a gut-wrenching day at work where I could barely eat, no luck. I stayed an hour past my quitting time checking craigslist, ebay, a msg board, and my email accounts. I text messaged my brother in AL, just in case. I couldn't find a good number for my other brother. I think I called 95% of my cell phone phonebook. I went by Leigh's because I wanted to check my emails. I had some boxes and packaging materials in my car to donate to Cosmo's, anyway. So the two of us called and emailed some more. She even posted about it on MySpace. One woman could not find a babysitter. I had an offer on the ebay auction, but that person never responded to my reply. I resigned myself to taking a hit around 6:00, and ate dinner with Mr. and Mrs. Leigh. Fuck. I drove home trying not to cry about it. It was like I was stuck in a cycle of sadness and anger. When I got home I begged my cats to "come cheer me up before I snap someone's neck." I didn't mean their necks. I'm still rather dejected about it becasue 1) I didn't get to see one of my favorite bands (QOTSA) again, 2) I'm out the money, and 3) The tickets went completely to waste, as no one was able to use them. I just didn't have enough time to seek alternatives. The above rant is in no way trying to make Leigh feel guilty. She is my best friend and had a bacterial infection caused by post nasal drainage. I've had the same thing myself, so I know how much it sucks. Really, it's ok. It's something you can't control, and I understand that. What a frustrating day. Everyone go leave her get well wishes in her guestbook. But I'm still off today. So, yesterday my boss and I sat trying to decipher the 'instructions' left by the woman who retired and left us with a pile of shit. I asked if maybe we could bring in the CIA or something to de-code it. He said he doesn't trust them. Good point. Add that to the day's frustrating theme. So, he left her a message at home. He's also put in a request for funding to pay her as a temporary consultant to help us through it. I hope she agrees, but I highly doubt it. Plus, it's not like she was exactly forthcoming with the details or easy to even talk to when she was here to begin with.
Hot patootie.
How did that happen?
Strangely fitting. Reading: The Da Vinci Code - Dan Brown Listening to: If Only - Queens of the Stone Age |
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