2 Years
Where were you 2 years ago? What day would that have been? What year? Can you answer any of those questions? I can.
The day of the week would have been a Friday. The year would have been 2010. Starting at 8am in the morning I was making phone calls left and right. First to the bank, then to the hospital and back again. The Hospital said I didn’t pay a $25 co-pay bill (that they make you pay in advance before they’ll do anything to you) from 2008. The bank wanted to charge me $28/hr to research and find the check I had written. I was arguing with the hospital that they wouldn’t see me without paying the co-pay. I was arguing with the bank that I wasn’t going to pay $28/hr to find a $25 check.
The bank finally reasoned with me that that wouldn’t have been a smart thing to do. I finally proved that I paid the $25 co-pay but the hospital didn’t credit it to my account for a while, so therefore they thought I hadn’t paid it. Gah and people wonder why I don’t go to the hospital/doctor!
About 10am I was mad. I had been so shook up because I am one to PAY MY BILLS. The mail gal came by and saw my face was red and talked to me for a few minutes and then went on her way. Just as she left Nancy at the front desk called me to tell me I had a beautiful package sitting on her desk. I told her I’d be up. I started to do the mail real fast and said, nope, screw it.
Would you like to know what I was wearing? My husband says I have a steel trapped mind sometimes. I know what I was wearing this particular day. One of my favorite pairs of Lucky’s. My Red Nike Shocks. A t-shirt that said Tbugs Cheer team on it. And my Fight like a girl sweatshirt. Sorry I can’t tell you what bra and panties… I know you’re bummed about that right?
And this was what was waiting for me at the front desk.
Now I had already told the boy, Don’t get me flowers. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t like them. What girl doesn’t like flowers, even when she says she doesn’t want them. :).
I called him on my trek back to my desk to give him fits. He didn’t answer his phone. Odd because he was just talking to me via g-talk. That’s fine, whatever I’ll go hit him up when I get back to my desk.