I finally went to the doctor and yes, I have "the beginnings of a nasty sinus infection." And yes, I talked her into giving me injections...so, I feel a little better. I would feel a whole lot better if I could have skipped work today but I couldn't miss this six hour meeting I had to attend this afternoon. Try sitting in a room full of important people and wiping your nose gracefully every few seconds...it takes practice...and a certain amount of charm. About three hours into the meeting, I lost my voice, and I'm sure many of the participants are thanking God for that, and others don't even know how grateful they should be that I was unable to verbalize my thoughts on their
Here's the one side of a coed's cell phone conversation I heard in the bookstore today:
"Daddy, you're acting like I'm not very responsible. I didn't just throw the money away. I spent it at Target."
"I don't know...(long pause)...sunglasses, shirts, deodorant."
"I did try to use mom's credit card, but it was declined."
"I don't think you understand. I have to have books. They aren't optional."
Oh, to be 19 again. Once more I praised Yahweh for my childlessness. Because Yahweh knows I would be siding with her. Sunglasses and shirts over textbooks? Sounds good. Tell Daddy to put some more money in your acount and pick me up one of those shirts the next time you are at Target.
There's this really sweet man that comes to collect the trash in our building every evening and today he told me that he likes coming to my office because I don't treat him like a "regular old garbage man." He says I'm always so sweet and always smiling. (Obviously he doesn't report to me or he would have seen the dark side by now.) Anyway, I told him how I grew up being deathly afraid of the garbage man because my very young and not-so-smart parents used to tell me they were going to leave me in the garbage can for the garbage man to pick up if I didn't behave. (I'm quite certain this is why I was such a good girl.) I pronounced it "cumpage" when I was a toddler and the term has stuck in my family. So anyway, I told this man that he isn't a garbage man...he's a cumpage man...a very good one.
It's worth noting that I am no longer afraid of the cumpage man. Remember the recent discussion of how I'm afraid of only three things? Not clowns, not garbage men. Birds are a YES...and you will figure the other two out one day if you keep visiting here. Yesterday one of the things I am afraid of showed up on the 2nd floor of our building and scared the ever lovin' bejesus out of me. I might have to resign if that happens again.
I must go medicate and sleep...