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This has been a week of ups and downs. I've been kind of stressed and emotional, likely due to lack of sleep, and that never really helps the week flow along. I've started doing these trainings at work, so last night I was at a residence hall until nearly 8pm. (*drops*) And I have another training at 1:00 today which means a hike across campus is this rain/sleet mix thing we've got going on. Bleh.
On Wednesday I had a meeting with a guy across campus. It was a hike and by the time I got to his office, my pelvis was burning. (Ouch.) And he wasn't there! I was a major grumpy pants and told Jen to come to my work early to make up for it (we were having dinner with a friend that night)... but when I got back to the office, the guy was in MY office asking, "Did you forget about me?" Charmed, I'm sure. So I told him to disregard the snarky-ass message I left on his voicemail. Whoops. Then Jen came and I was still meeting with the guy. Bleh.
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thatpatti was kind enough to send me a box of her maternity clothes to borrow. She sent it on February 20th. WHERE IS IT? That is the million dollar question. Tracking number says it got to Springfield on the 22nd. Springfield is 20 minutes from here, and that was 10 days ago. No package. Yesterday I called the Springfield distribution center (no package), the Easthampton post office (no package) and the USPS main number (no help). Springfield dude says, "Oh, it's parcel post and can take 21 days." I say, "Okay, but did you EAT it? Because it got to your place over a week ago." Do they just leave it somewhere for 20 days and then go, "Oh! 21 days!"? I will feel awful if all of Patti's things get lost. Bleh.
Remember the gym fiasco? A couple of weeks ago they agreed to cut me a check for the money I'm owed. I gave them my new address. But where is the check? Maybe it's with Patti's clothes. Bleh.
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In a decidedly NON-bleh, last night Jen and I were trying to con the baby into kicking by poking, talking, rubbing, whatever. She leaned over to kiss the belly and got kicked in the mouth! Yep, that's my kid.
On Wednesday I had a meeting with a guy across campus. It was a hike and by the time I got to his office, my pelvis was burning. (Ouch.) And he wasn't there! I was a major grumpy pants and told Jen to come to my work early to make up for it (we were having dinner with a friend that night)... but when I got back to the office, the guy was in MY office asking, "Did you forget about me?" Charmed, I'm sure. So I told him to disregard the snarky-ass message I left on his voicemail. Whoops. Then Jen came and I was still meeting with the guy. Bleh.
thatpatti was kind enough to send me a box of her maternity clothes to borrow. She sent it on February 20th. WHERE IS IT? That is the million dollar question. Tracking number says it got to Springfield on the 22nd. Springfield is 20 minutes from here, and that was 10 days ago. No package. Yesterday I called the Springfield distribution center (no package), the Easthampton post office (no package) and the USPS main number (no help). Springfield dude says, "Oh, it's parcel post and can take 21 days." I say, "Okay, but did you EAT it? Because it got to your place over a week ago." Do they just leave it somewhere for 20 days and then go, "Oh! 21 days!"? I will feel awful if all of Patti's things get lost. Bleh.Remember the gym fiasco? A couple of weeks ago they agreed to cut me a check for the money I'm owed. I gave them my new address. But where is the check? Maybe it's with Patti's clothes. Bleh.
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In a decidedly NON-bleh, last night Jen and I were trying to con the baby into kicking by poking, talking, rubbing, whatever. She leaned over to kiss the belly and got kicked in the mouth! Yep, that's my kid.
