Cracker Jack

Ow. My only real news it that I have a huge unpoppable (new word) zit on the side of my head. Like right where my temple is. What the fuck? I can cover it with my hair (which is getting shortter and blonder all the time, fyi) but it hurts. If it gets any bigger, it may turn into a nose.

On TuesdayI had the crabbiest of all days and went home and basically pouted and sat staring at the wall. I avoided all phone calls (except one from my pregnant friend because I figure if a pregnant lady needs to talk you need to listen) and watched the last episode of Americas Next Top Model (helpfully rerun from last week!)

Do you ever just get so blue and inconsolable for really no reason? I wasn't depressed, I was ANNOYED at everyone and I could just tell that nothing was going to make me feel better aside from maybe just going to bed and getting up the next day with a hopefully NEW AND FRIENDLY attitude. I think being friendly all day to strangers is sort of taking a toll on me and when I figure that balance out perhaps I will stop being a cranky bitch in my "real life".

My morning started with this phone call:
Me: "Good morning, Name of Company".
Strange Man: "Tony (something ineadible)."
Me: "Excuse me?" (no one here named Tony)
SM: "Tony (mumble mumble)?"
Me: "Is that who you're looking for?"
SM: "NO. Tony SIRWHATEVER! That's who this is!" (um, who talks like this?!?)
Me: "Oh. Okay?"
SM: "I called there earlier!"
Me: "Well...are you looking for someone specifically?" (there are 30 people in this office, YOU NUTBAR)
SM: "No. TONY SIRBLAHBLAH. He's a patient there!" (didn't you just say YOU WERE HIM?)
Me. "I think you have the wrong number sir. This is a real estate office."

Yeah.

Is it the weekend yet?

Comments

[rob]

At that point you should have told the guy that Tony was dead. Sorry. Where should we send the bill?