Day: February 1, 2005

so my dad just emailed to get my work number, then called me up. he noncholantly mentioned that he was getting a lump he found on his chest biopsied. this was after he said he had nothing going on.

monday is the fashion show.
tuesday is his board meeting.
they are in the middle of an audit – here and in spain.

i have a feeling, he has known about this for a while, and put it off until he could not anymore.

he’s already had two mellinoma’s removed. his father died of cancer, in one of the most painful deaths i ever witnessed firsthand (and i saw plenty of it).

if my dad dies of breast cancer, there will have to be a joke on the headstone.

I spent many hours today compiling historical/statistical/monetary information for a patron who is near death. The head of the press office was calling me every 15 minutes to ask if I had totals. I had to spend two hours in the bloody archives to crosscheck everything.

All the work I had scheduled? Flushed.

All the work I need to do? Rescheduled.

Tomorrow, I have a 6-hour block to do my monthly report closeout from January. That is twice the time it usually takes, but it is the first time I will be doing it. I hope it is enough.

FTR, I have meetings the two hours I am not working on reports tomorrow.

I need a holiday. Dead presidents’ birthdays can’t come soon enough.

As I said this morning? Ptooey.

Today, before 7am, I managed to clean most of my apartment, and narrowly avoid death twice. Once when the shelf that holds all my pots and pans collapsed as I was standing beneath it (sorry if that woke you up ). I only took a chip on the shoulder, rather than a crack to the skull.

The second time was cleaning the bathroom, when I was attacked by ‘s cat. She decided it would be amusing to maim my ankle while I was scrubbing the toilet in stocking feet. Nearly fell in folks – would that have ever been a way to go.

Why all this you ask? Someone decided to try and dig thier car out at 5am. As soon as I woke up from the jackhammeresque noise, I started going. I couldn’t even fathom the idea of lying there any longer – my brain was driving me nuts, so I tried to kill it with housework. There is about 2700 lbs of garbage and a bag of goodwill clothes to take down. This new job is definitely gonna chew me up and spit me out.

FTR – Subway’s chipotle sauce sucks worse than teenage broken hearts.