I got to work, all set to face a 6 (yes 6) hour meeting. I ran into my office, grabbed my note sheet and ran downstairs.
And there was a moving truck there.
Yes, moving and storage showed up and I wasn't warned about it. So back upstairs I ran, pointed out the things that needed to be hauled away and ran out.
I went to my meeting, which consisted of a series me figuring everything in out in five minutes, then spending 25 minutes waiting for us to move on.
Then I ran back to the office to (unsuccessfully) try to print something out. We figured out that a professor might have moved with a school computer..
Then I see a big. metal. bookcase. IN THE HALLWAY! I had JUST sent items in for surplus! You can't just take your junk out of your office and leave it in the hallway!!
I inform Gail of this and leave... I have things to do!
Off to Walmart, where I tried to yet again tell them that it wasn't necessary to order me the item that I cancelled. But their computers were down and I couldn't get my money back today.
Then I sent to Target Optical. I had an appointment for today at 5pm.
But it's not today.
When my chiropractor appointment is.
I seriously went to my car, shut the door and cussed to loudly that people jumped.
Thankfully the Spousal Equivalent bought dinner.... pizza. I dropped a piece on my shirt.
I'll be hiding under the bed if you need me. Apparently Monday is out to get me.