Linking up with Shannon for So What Wednesday!
Example number 2... about 3 weeks ago I sent a check into the community center to sign Emily up for swim lessons starting in late October. The class is for 18 months - 3 year olds. The class starts THREE DAYS before Emily hits the 18 month mark. I didn't think it would be a big deal. Well, a couple of days after I sent the check I got a call saying that she wasn't old enough and giving me the option to take the lower class (for the third time). I explained the 3 day situation, they said that they would take care of it. I thought we were good to go. Yesterday (about THREE WEEKS LATER) I got a call from the community center again saying that they had found my check in the safe and that Emily wasn't old enough for the class. Again I explained the situation. However, this time I was told that they couldn't 'make the exception and that I'd had to talk to the aquatics staff. They transferred me, I talked to the staff member, he said "no problem" however, the class I wanted to sign her up for (THREE WEEKS AGO) is now full and I'll have to go on a wait list. SO FREAKING MAD! Put one more kid in there! What's the f'in big deal? You all (and by you all I mean someone who works there that dropped the ball and the entire center's behalf), screwed me and my kid over. My check has been sitting in your safe for THREE WEEKS. FIX IT.
OK... rant over.
- The above situation, which happened yesterday, on my birthday, ended with me being a giant, weeping mess. It's been a rough few days, I was feeling well, and this was just the straw.
- I skipped dinner and crawled into bed at about 8:30 last night. I was feeling well, the thought of food was not appealing, and, in addition to physical aches and pains, I was feeling pretty down in the dumps and wanted to craw into a little hole.
- I stayed in my little hole until about 2 AM when I (thought) I had to use the bathroom. Turns out the (very few) contents of my stomach decided that they no longer wanted anything to do with me. Happy Freakin' Birthday.
- While I certainly didn't like the act of throwing up, I was glad for it, as it made my stomach feel much better... though left me feeling really weak and needing to stay home from work (who am I kidding, that may have actually been the silver lining. lol) I can't even remember the last time that happened. I wasn't nauseous at all during pregnancy. It's probably been close to a decade.
-This post really should have been titled "How My Birthday Blew Chunks". lol