Sqeezin' the Charmin

It has been a crappy day. So bad, that I am sure the load that has been laid on me today would clog the largest of commodes.

My car needs breaks. I drop it off early in the AM so they have time to analyze the situation and make repairs. They Assure me they can have it done today. 3PM rolls around and they are just getting to my vehicle. And guess what? They can't repair it today cause that means they would have to drive across town to get the parts and it is just too late in the day. I have to bring my vehicle back tomorrow. And, they want to charge me an exorbitant amount of money to replace everything...when it only needs one part. They can't just replace the one part I need, no, they feel that I need everything done just to be sure. Well, I am sure that I won't be having service done There... Thanks to my Mom for calling my Dad and helping me out of this situation. I don't know what I would do without them. Most likely be out of pocket yet another 180 bucks.

I called this morning to pay my electric bill cause I was late. In fact, I was so late that I found out they had shut me off this morning. Great. Paid my bill and some extra to get it reconnected. It is my own fault, but sucks just the same.

As I was fuming about the call from the auto repair place, I received a phone call from my daughter's day care center. My daughter was missing. MISSING! You have no idea the incredulous and horrific thoughts that went through my mind. They had been searching for her for 15 minutes when they called me. 20 minutes later...they found her. Supposedly they had no record of her checking in this morning, even though I watched her do it. Interesting eh? They had searched the entire building they said, searched the grounds around the buidling they said, and called various field trip attendants to check to see if she was with them they said, turned out she was sitting in the rec room watching TV the entire time. And no one noticed her? No one saw her sitting there? No one called out to her? Way to make Michelle need some Valium (sp?). I called the regional office to express my frustration and got the cell number of the Regional director. I called her. She already knew who I was. That's good, cause I really didn't think I wanted to explain the situation again. She apologized and told me that they aare having a district meeting tomorrow night to discuss and come to resolution on this very issue. They are calling it the Rachel (insert last name here) Act.

I had about 5 clients yell at me today, if not yelling then speaking loudly if you will. The negativity was overwhelming.

In my drama induced exhaustion, I decide to order pizza for dinner. Easy right? An hour and a half later, it arrives. And it isn't even the pizza I ordered. Someone in Bend, Oregon likes pizza with some nasty stuff on it. I chased the pizza delivery girl down the street and gave it back in exchange for my money.

We are now headed out to pick up something else. Help me Lord make it through this night.