I realize that every trip or major event is not without its crisis. And its better to get the crisis over with early on cause then its done and you can laugh about it and move on. But after a whole week of crazy ridiculous things happening...I'm just about ready to freakout.
First of all I continue to have pay issues - people not paying me, people paying me wrong, people saying they will send a cheque but then they don't, people refusing to pay the right person and instead sending it to me and then I have to run around and write cheques to other people. Its just a disaster. Doctors are not meant to handle money. If it doesn't involve a body system, then we don't get it, and we're not good at it. So for the sake of the world - please get better business and management type people to deal with this!
My downstairs neighbour informed me that water was leaking into her bathroom through the ceiling. I just had my bathroom renovated so it was time to call them back and get that sorted out. In all honesty it is not fixed, but it is the downstairs person who has decided to delay things and she knows I'm going away....so I'm leaving that ball in her court. I have done my best to connect her and the nice bathroom people who are trying to fix this!
Next I decided I better call the Thai consulate just to be sure they got my passport (even though the package tracked online and said it arrived last week) and that my visa will be ready in time. Well, lo and behold, they have never heard of me or my passport. And they had also never heard of the person who signed for the envelope that contained my original passport. WHAT!?!?!? ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!?!? After several hours on the phone and filing a complain with the post office, the absolutely lovely man at the consulate managed to find it at another business in the building. Sigh. It's not rocket science delivering mail to the address that is clearly written on it! And also not accepting and signing for mail that is not addressed to you!
THEN the post office strikes again. I have had my mail forwarded for the next couple of months since I will be across the world, and then up and across the province. Except...I keep getting mail in my mailbox? How does that happen? I told them to forward it, I paid lots of money, they said they would do it, but then they didn't. So I called my local post office - but of course they can't do anything so I have to call the 1-800 number. So I call them and wait on hold for 15 minutes for her to say - well everything is correct on the system, I'm not sure why that is happening. I can send a note to the delivery man to remind him? Sigh. Oh post office. Why do you choose to give me aneurysms like this when I'm just trying to leave town for a vacation?!?!? All I want is to see my most favourite man in the world and lie on a beach while I listen to the cool splooshing of waves and sip an umbrella drink.
And again I say - sigh. Thank goodness this is all happening now, and not to my younger self, where any one of these things would have led to inconsolible crying and meltdown. Now I just shrug, *sigh*, and daydream about the day the post office is sucked into a pit of lava.
3 sleeps to go!
Pamela
p.s. Did I mention that my lovely man, the one with super powers to stop my stress and spazzing, is currently offshore on an oil rig and cannot be reached by phone or email?!?! *gah* *sigh*
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