This morning when I packed my lunch I noticed that the single serving guacamole packets that I bought YESTERDAY had a use by date of TODAY. Grrr. My fault. I should have checked the package at the store.
Speaking of my fault, this afternoon I missed a doctor’s appointment for the first time ever. It was an appointment to go over lab results, no big deal. Except, I never went to the lab. I cancelled that appointment and didn’t reschedule. Apparently I forgot to cancel this one as well. Oops.
Today’s appointment slipped my mind, and would have been gone forever, had the automated reminder service not called me on Friday. Yes, Friday for a Monday appointment. I know, I know… it’s my responsibility to remember my appointments, not the automated system. You’re right of course. The thing is, by the time I got the message it was after office hours, and there was no way to leave a message. I knew I wouldn’t be able to make the appointment, so it was frustrating that I couldn’t cancel it. Even if I could have made the appointment, there was no reason to go. No lab means no lab results, ergo the doctor and I have nothing to talk about.
Again, my fault, I should have cancelled it right away. Still, I wish that I could have left a message stating that I wouldn’t have been able to make it. I had that appointment hanging over my head all weekend, so you would think that maybe I would have remembered to cancel it today, right? Wrong. I don’t have a lot of down time during the work day, so taking care of personal business gets pushed to the back burner. Typically I try to take care of things after school, but today I had a meeting. A long meeting, it turned out. So long that my phone reminded me of my appointment (silently, of course) ten minutes before the actual appointment (the default setting on the phone- helpful, right?).
By the time the meeting ended (about two and a half hours after it began) the phones at the doctor’s office were turned off. Of course there were about a dozen options for various recordings, but no option for me to beg forgiveness for missing my appointment. Ugh. Now I have to TRY to remember to call tomorrow and BEG them not to charge me for my missed appointment. We’ll see how THAT goes. I know, I know… it’s my own fault, but I really miss the days of the personal reminder call. Now that would have solved everything.
And for those of you skimming and just reading the highlighted words, here they are as poetry:
Could Wish Maybe
What a lousy poem! I hope it at least made you smile at how terrible it is. Tomorrow is a new day, and everything will work itself out. In the meantime I plan to indulge in some of my favorite things… a new quilt magazine, my favorite TV shows, some writing, and dinner with my sweetheart (that he’s cooking… score!).