No, seriously, it's been one of those days where I keep finding myself muttering "Huh? WTF?"
Like, for example, I just read a headline on Yahoo.com about a White firefighter who saved a Black baby and "touched a city divided". Well, WTF was he supposed to do? Throw the baby back in the fire? "Oh, it was a Black one." (Here I imagine Wesley Snipes popping into the frame saying "Always throw back Black!" or something catchy.) GEEEAWD.
My head hurts.
SO, then, talk about WTF... I had a presentation to do for my Comm 1000 class. Let's not forget that in the recent past, I used to get paid a significant yearly sum to provide presentations to large groups of executives concerning the state of their multimillion dollar businesses. So, I'm thinking "No problem." Then I can't find my laser pointer because the kids had been torturing the cat with it and who knows where it is now. Forget that it is also the remote control to step through my powerpoint slides which is like my... lifeline up in the front of the room(I like to throw in lots of animations- walking back to click the mouse every 5 seconds is terribly gauche). Then, my jump drive disappears. I had it on the counter, where it always is, right next to my laptop. So, then I am scrambling to convert my openoffice doc into an html presentation and ship it out via e-mail so I can access it on the classroom computer. I can't seem to print out my works cited or my outline and I leave the house with a tiny wisp of hair left on my head, twenty minutes late for class. WTF? Technology is supposed to help us- not make us want to eat handfuls of xanax.
THEN...! THEN...! Yesterday, Dean had explained to me how he is walking around with -7 vision in one eye and -8 vision in the other and only has one contact in because he is out of contact lenses. Thats right. WTF?
So, I scramble and start calling everyone withhin a 50 mile radius on our vision plan to try and get him a vision appointment as soon as possible. (I am his secretary, after all, wtf?)The earliest is more than a week away. I call back the place 1 block from our house and BEG. Literally. Beg. Please! Please! Please! They agree to squeeze him in at 2:45 today, but please don't be late and he'll probably have to wait a bit once he gets there. Fine, anythinmg, he's blind as a bat. I give them all of his vitals and insurance info. I write out the appointment on a piece of paper and leave it next to his computer. I add it to his calendar on gmail. I tell him all the details as he is sitting next to me, twice.
Basically, all he has to do is show up, on time.
Dean calls me at 2:41. Dean calls me at 2:43. This time I hear the phone and answer. He wants to know his doctors name and where is it exactly again?
WTF?!?
Luckily, Dean saw the eye doctor because they found something on his exam which might indicate the beginnings of a detached retina and he needs to go see a medical doctor. Guess who made him a doctor's appointment for next week? Not his secretary.
(BTW if you are wondering how the speech turned out? I arrived before class was over and the professor gave me a reprieve until Monday).
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