Kat Has an Exciting Day

Whenever you think that you hate your job, you hate your life, your life is boring, and you wish you could just chuck it all, I want you to think about how boring my life has to be for the following to be the most exciting thing to happen in the past year.

My fabulous friend Alice (the infamous beige Banger Sister), called me Wednesday and asked me if I wanted to make $20 bucks on Friday. Being Alice, she of course asked me in a very suggestive way that had me laughing even though I felt like I was dying. She wanted me to drive her and her hubby, Joe, to the airport Friday morning. I was very happy to do this because they have gone out of their way so many times to help me that I have lost count. And they could keep their $20.

So I woke up this morning at 6:15 a.m. and just when I was brushing my teeth, Ms. Alice called to give me my wake up call (just in case, we had agreed). I stopped and filled the tank (I didn’t even look at the total cost, I didn’t want to die of shock) and made it to her house at precisely 7:00 a.m., per agreement.

We went through all the hugz and luv youz, Alice asked if I wanted something to drink and Joe suggested a beer (I love their sense of humor), then we scurried around making sure we had all those last minute items.

We were loading all the bags into my trunk when Joe says to me, “Kat, you have a flat tire.” Say what???? I drive my car two days a week, straight to the immunologist and back, stopping at the grocery store on the way when there is absolutely no food left in the house, and I’m rewarded with a flat tire. WTF?

A short period of panic ensues.

Fortunately, Alice had a Plan B and Plan C. Plan B was too far away, but Plan C lived 3 blocks away. So she called Jim (poor Jim, he’s pulled our fannies out of the fire many a time) and he came right over. It was decided that I would drive Alice and Joe to the airport in Alice’s car while Jim changed my flat. Only one problem with that, my full size spare was also flat. At this point my eyes are starting to well up a bit.

But Jim, our hero, says no problem, go to the airport and he will handle everything. So off we go, with some of the luggage in the trunk and some in the back seat, and me driving. We are all comfy, cozy.

The trip to the airport was actually pretty nice. They fixed the confusing lane-switching, clover-leafing, death-defying road hazards to exit into the airport and navigate to your desired parking or departure gate. Now it’s a regular exit with a straight-away to wherever you’re going that you could land a jet on if you wanted. Found the departure gate with no problem, lots of hugz and luv youz goodbyez, someone hemmed me in by double-parking, but they didn’t take long, and I was off to face the torturous task of navigating my way back to the highway. Another pleasant surprise awaited me, a nice gentle curve to another straight-away led me to the highway I needed in the direction I needed and it was the first exit, too. Just delicious.

As I pulled into the driveway of Joe and Alice’s home, Jim was just finishing up. He filled up the spare at the gas station (he said he needed to get gas anyway), then put the spare on and the flat was in the trunk, all ready for me to take to the tire dealer to get it fixed. What a guy!

Now, there’s not enough time for me to go home (I’d just fall asleep and miss my infusion appointment), but there just might be enough time to get the tire fixed if I play my cards right. Kudos to Tire Kingdom, because they worked liked a precision team, getting my car on the lift, pulling a nail from the flat, fixing the flat and putting it back on the rim, exchanging the tires, then checking all the tires and their pressure. They even took off the front tire on the right side (same side as the flat) because I thought it might have a slow leak and did the underwater bubble leak test (is there a real name for that?). Took them only 15 minutes. I love those guys; they always are so nice to me and have been taking care of this set of tires since 2001!

So I made it to my infusion and then I hit the wall when I got home. The infusion alone is enough to drop me like a stone; I slept for over two hours. Then I went to Publix to pick up a prescription that was called in on Wednesday, only to find out that insurance won’t let them fill it until the 19th (??), so I did grocery shopping (the dogs were out of “bacon, bacon, where is the bacon, dog’s don’t know it’s not bacon” and there was nothing in the house for moi to eat either), got home and promptly fell asleep for another two hours.

I just couldn’t wait to let you know how exciting my day had been, logged on to my website, and it looked like I had broken into the Federal Security Exchange or something. They changed the entire look and design of what WordPress calls their Dashboard, which is where you do all your functions from, like creating a post. And that changed radically, too. Their pithy advice was to “try clicking around and exploring the new layout and features.” People are in an uproar, as you can very well imagine. It took me about two hours of poking about to figure out where they put everything and what wasn’t working and how to work around it. So now it’s late and I’m so far past exhaustion that if I don’t sleep the whole night through (which, incidentally has never happened), I’m going to cry myself back to sleep.

Yesterday I received the first rejection of what I know is many more to come and today was non-stop fun from start to finish. Oh please, lovely Queen of the Faeries, if this is a trend, I don’t think I like it. I’d like a good healthy helping of boredom tomorrow, thank you!