January 17th, 2007
Edited to add: I forgot to mention that my Stepdad, Bob, is in the hospital with pneumonia and is very weak. He’s going to be in for a few more days yet, at least. Please send him good vibes!
Ohhhh today was another bad Access day. Let’s start with bitching about that for a couple paragraphs, shall we? My ride was due at 8:50 a.m. At 8:40, I happened to look out the window and saw a yellow taxi, which is usually an Access vehicle. Sometimes they are early (!!) and wait outside until it is actually time to buzz your apartment. I figured, I’m ready, I may as well head out there. As I was walking up the hall, I saw one of my neighbours, who also uses Access, leaving his apartment. Oh well, maybe it’s his ride, maybe mine, maybe he’s picking us both up, who knows. Anyway, as I got to the door my neighbour was already walking back in saying, “he’s here for you, it’s not mine”. So I headed out to the car and the driver put my walker in the trunk, I got settled in, seat belt, etc. As he was about to drive off, he asked “are you from #11?” I answered, “no, #(my #). There is no #11.” “Oh, well I am here for #11″. “There is no #11, can I see your sheet?” so he hands me a piece of paper clearly marked with my neighbour’s (male) name. I said “that’s my neighbour, he was just out here and you told him you weren’t here for him!” Sigh. He gets my walker out, I go back into the front entrance, and since the driver had no clue which apartment he was here for, I buzzed my neighbour to let him know the car was his.
I sat on my walker and waited for my ride. He finally arrived at 9:15. He came to the door, saw my walker and said, “oh, you have a walker? I already have two passengers with walkers. I have no more room in my trunk”. Sigh. “What am I supposed to do, then?” I ask. He says “wait here, I’ll go call Access” and he heads back to his car. 15 minutes later (even the drivers have to sit on hold with them) he comes back and says they’re sending a taxi for me. Another 10 minutes later I’m finally on my way to work.
The day got better, though. It’s Melanie’s last week working at Troy’s, because she is going on maternity leave. Another boy on the way for her and Louis! Anyway, Troy told us to take the company credit card so Melanie, Crystal and myself went for lunch. We didn’t even drink and the bill was $75.00! Earl’s is not what it used to be. New menu, new prices.
I worked there until 4:00, got everything done I missed out on doing last week, even filed their T4’s. Shortly after I got home, AH picked me up to take me to the bank so I could deposit a cheque, and then we went to My Favourite Vietnamese Restaurant for dinner. $15.40 for the two of us… that is my kind of dining out! Oh, and I ate my entire meal with chopsticks, so there is another item crossed off my list. I have finally perfected the left-handed-chopstick-usage.
AH and I agreed that if neither of us are married when we are 80, if we live that long, we will get married. Just so we don’t die alone. I think everyone needs that back-up plan. My friend Jason is my back-up to my back-up. I told AH he can push me in my wheelchair and I’ll carry his oxygen tank on my lap. Of course, he’ll probably still be with his wife because he will never be able to afford to divorce her, (there’s a nice dower involved, as it was a traditional Muslim marriage), and because she lives to make his life miserable (okay, I know there are two sides to every story, but trust me, that woman is batshit crazy), you can bet she won’t die first!
Let’s see, what else… oh, I helped get Rob this great interview in a Worcester, MA newspaper; he is playing there Thursday night! He has quite a few dates in the N.E. United States over the next couple weeks, including NYC and Chicago, so check him out if he is playing near you! You will not be sorry.
I didn’t have time for a latte today, and I still haven’t changed everything in my purse over to my new bag. Maybe tomorrow.
Pretty little Pita
I think Pepper likes her life…
Just a little.