Can You Hear Me Now?

Today is a great day because I honestly have no work to do (I could find some, but it doesn’t need to be done until next Thursday, so why bother) and I don’t have to go anywhere. It’s flannel jammies and coffee day!

Of course, there are always closets, drawers and cupboards to go through and organize and get rid of stuff, if I’m really hurting for things to do. One day.

So Sunday my mom and Bob came over with my brother and we had a shared birthday/Mother’s Day fiesta. Guess what my parents gave me!! Guess!!! Guess!! No! You’re wrong!

FOUR HUNDRED THREAD COUNT BED SHEETS!!

I can finally sleep like the Princess I like to believe I am. I have a feeling I may never be able to return to the land of the Wal-Mart bargain bedding bin again.

My brother gave me the Duran Duran CD he already gave me for Christmas. Haha! He thought he gave me a DVD at Christmas, which he did, but it was a bonus DVD that comes with the CD. That’s okay. Lesson of the day: You can never have too much Duran Duran, kids.

Then it was off to the Olive Garden for supper. Mmmmmmmmm need I say more!!

On Monday I worked at the client I am quitting, which is way the hell and gone across the city from me in Crowfoot. On Sunday when I called Access to make sure my rides were in order, they had me set for a pick-up from there at 3:00 p.m. as I had requested. So that’s fine. On Monday morning, I called to double check my pick up time after I got there, because Access isn’t exactly reliable and they like to change times on you at various points throughout the day. And now it said my ride was “waitlisted” which is another term for “we can’t get you one”. They have been doing that a lot these days… all of a sudden they decide they can’t pick you up for whatever reason, the demand is too great and they can’t keep up. I guess schedules are finalized the night before and I would have known had I called at 9:00 pm on Sunday, but I called in the afternoon before they changed it that night. Ack! So here I was stuck up there with no ride home and it’s a $40 cab fare. Poo.

So I decide to put AH’s number to use because he told me if I was ever stuck for a ride to call him and he’d pick me up if he was able to. I also got permission from the owner that he would reimburse me the cab fare this time, since I was stuck, (and I’m quitting and he doesn’t want to lose me, so he’s going to be extra super nice to me!) I figured that’s a decent fare for any cab driver, so why not give it to AH? He said he’d come get me by 4:30 and he was right on time.

I had to remind him to turn his fare meter on and when we got to my place he refused to take my money. I said “I’m being reimbursed!!! Just give me a receipt and I’ll pay you and get it back…” but he flat out refused and said “do you want to fight about it??” LOL “I’ll give you the receipt, but I’m not taking your money”. So, basically, the guy paid ME to give me a ride home, if that makes any sense. He’s really… so very kind and sweet. And hot, have I mentioned that, ever?

So now I was home a lot later than I had planned to be, and I had to run around and shower/dress etc. to be ready to meet my friend Christine for dinner by 7:00. I was so wiped after my long day and not feeling too lively, and Christine didn’t feel too great either, so we kept it short and sweet and I was home by 9:00.

On Tuesday I met with a new client (not big enough to take the place of Crowfoot guy, but every little new guy adds up!) and when he showed me his big plastic bag full of receipts from over the past year, I gave him a little lesson on sorting receipts and how they should be presented to me and sent him home to do it LOL I mean, I’ll sort them, but that would have taken me hours and hours and I don’t think he wants to pay for that when he could do it himself. Some of my clients don’t care and pay me to sort, sort, sort, but this guy can’t afford that and I know it. I just hope it doesn’t take him 6 months to get them back to me!

Yesterday I worked up at Crowfoot again. I’m trying to get as much done as possible so I can get out of there by the end of the month. This time Access succeeded in getting me there and back. Then last night I went to a dance/comedy/theatre show. It was… weird. It was about pants, Emma would have loved it. Well, she would have loved the premise, and the fact the word “pants” and “in my pants” is said countless times, but I think it would have been over her head too, because we’re the same person. The two people in the show are very talented, but man, I just didn’t get it. After the show Jason and I went to the pub for some beer and wings and abused my promo account a little bit. That was fun and riiiiight up my alley.

And now we have today. And today is good too. I may even catch up on my email!!