I got the best phone call this morning. I am getting an overnight stay in a five-star hotel complete with a spa and a pool!
minus the hotel
and the spa
and the pool
Okay, I stop breathing at night so I am scheduled for an overnight sleep study at the hospital. Hey, it costs more than a five-star hotel.
As an old, broken down, mom/grandma let me just tell you . . .
I AM SO DAMNED EXCITED!
If you are a mother, you get it.
My kids are all grown and sort of gone. But I have an office full of
grown adult men who are worse than 2-year-olds. Psychotic 2-year-olds with the flu, ADHD, and who are on crack.
This is just a tiny, tiny bit of today:
My stapler isn’t working! (out of staples and Clueless just didn’t want to refill it, and he couldn’t find mine to steal. I had to stop in the middle of running payroll to “rescue” him from his stapler)
I need you to shred these because my shredder is
I need a web site created right now.
Seriously, this shit happens on a regular basis.
We are out of paper/coffee/Post It Notes/folders/whatever.
Why is it no one remembers where the supply closet is except the one with boobs – the one with boobs and the only one with a freak’n Master’s Degree?!?!?!?
Yeah, ask me why I would be excited to spend a night in a hospital, hooked up to wires, being watched by strange technicians.
Go ahead, ASK ME (eyes twitching, vein pulsing, trigger finger itching) ASK ME!!!
God help the guys at the office if I just decide to stay at the sleep clinic.
God help them if I don’t go!
Followup: got a letter with my expected charges today. $3075 for the overnight study, NOT including the costs for a doctor to interpret each test. WTF?!?!?!? Do you know what kind of hotel I could stay in for $3k a night???!!!!