Somebody from the doctor's office called today. She said she was calling to schedule a follow-up to discuss my lab results, and I could come Thursday afternoon or Friday morning. Except that Arnie just asked me today if I can work extra over the last three days. He's going away Saturday, and said he'll need to wrap up a lot of things before he goes. I agreed to work 12-hour days the rest of the week.
So I told the lady I wouldn't be able to get there until like nine at night and she gave this huge, dramatic sigh. I'm sorry? Guess she hates me now, but I have an appointment for next Tuesday. It was kind of funny how bent out of shape she got over the whole thing.
Working so many hours is going to give me a lot of overtime money. Alex has been asking for over a year to get a second set of holes in her ears. This fall she turns 13 and is starting high school so I think that's what I'm going to do with some of my extra money.
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