Back in college, in 2004 when blogging was hardly even a thing yet, I was here. Blogging before blogging meant anything to anyone. You can look in the archives for my past writings, but it was much more like a journal in the past. When we started fundraising, I messed around with the idea of launching something new for this new phase of our journey but actually hated that idea. I am a sum of all of my life and so much of it is here already. So I'm keeping it here. At least for now.

My main focus these days is blogging about our newest journey into the bizarre and wonderful world of gestational surrogacy. Posts dated 2013 and forward will trend heavily toward that journey. I don't promise everything I write will be about though. There might be other things that sneak in occasionally.

Please come along our journey with us. As the saying goes, "The more, the merrier!"

Thursday, September 15, 2005

What a Day

I swear - if every day were like this, I wouldn't make it through many. So thank goodness they all are not like this. It wasn't that it was a bad day. It was just . . . one of those days . . . you know . . . those days . . .

. . . when someone tries to fax something to your phone 8 times before 9;00am and even though you begin to recognize the number on the caller ID after the 2nd time, you are so trained to pick up the phone and answer, as you always do . . .

. . . when the copier is occupied by a manager so your boss sends you to the other department and then the copies don't work right because even though it's an identical machine it is completely dissimilar. . .

. . . when the boxes you are putting together for the donations for the hurricane give you cardboard cuts and the people you work for complain about Red Cross stealing money (which may or may not be true and I may or may not have an opinion about) in the midst of your very efforts . . .

. . . when the fax you are trying to send go through and you're holding the confirmation in your hand only to find out that the person you are sending it to claims they didn't get it and you come to find out the reason is because the person is not at the number she told you to fax it to . . .

. . . when you don't go to the washroom until lunch . . .

. . .when the copier jams and the paper looks more like an accordion than it does paper when you retrieve it from the steamy rollers where it made itself stuck. . .

. . . when the new night receptionist comes in and fills out her application while standing at the reception counter the entire time and you stay an extra half an hour to train her. . .

. . . when your see your boss cry. . .

It has just been one of THOSE DAYS!

1 comment:

Kate said...

I need to edit this but I'm too tired. Deal with it people!