Well, today bit the big one.
For starters, there was a repair person scheduled to come look at our dishwasher today, so we took the time yesterday evening to clean the kitchen to make it look like people who aren't slobs live here, lol. Had to clear the whole day, since the window they gave us was between 8:00 and 5:00. This made it difficult, because my dad had an 11:00 a.m. appointment with our accountant to talk about some questions, mostly to do with estate planning. On top of that, he had an appointment today at 2:30 to go over the results of his hearing test, and rule out the possibility that there's just something blocking his ears.
So the first thing that went wrong was, Dad was still sound asleep at 10:30 a.m., and wasn't remotely ready. I emailed him Mom's list of questions, brought them up on his computer screen (large font, naturally), and then got him up and herded him to the office. It was about 11:00 when he finally sat down, and I thought it was all good, until he asked me how to reach HIS list of questions. Well, hell, Dad, I didn't know you had a list. Found that based on his oddly cryptic description of it, and was just congratulating myself on a job well done when I heard the secretary of the accountant tell him that his appointment wasn't until NEXT Wednesday. 🤦♂️
So Dad concluded that he wasn't needed until his next appointment, and therefore could safely go back to bed. (That's not great for a diabetic who just had a bowl of cereal, but what can you do?)
Things were going okay-ish until about a quarter to 12. Got a phone call from Sears Home Services, which I picked up instantaneously. Even so, the call disconnected, and I received a text message saying that my service call needed to be rescheduled. Like, what the fuсk? I answered as quickly as I physically could. So yeah. Now the appointment to fix our fuсking dishwasher has been moved clear out to the 30th. Because of course it has. I spent the next two hours in a futile, pathetic attempt to contact a human being at Sears. When I finally did get hold of someone, she had an accent thicker than my skull. I could barely understand five words, and I eventually gave up on getting anywhere with her.
So then it was a quarter after 2. Time to go wake his lordship from his nap. He got up, talking about how he wanted to have lunch, and he wondered if we were going to be eating at the house or on the road. Like we had time for this shit. He told me it was only a quarter after 1:00, which I of course told him was false, because I was staring at my phone clock. He insisted on checking his phone to make sure, like I'm going to lie to him. Sure enough, some idiot had managed to turn his bedroom clock back two hours instead of one. So now we were late, and he was hungry.
We got to the doctor, about 10 minutes late. I let him go in while I parked, since we were already being disrespectful of the doctor. Got parked, went inside, up to the suite where he was waiting, and he was called in. So I don't know what they told him in that office, but he came out telling me he needs physical therapy for his balance issues. What that has to do with following up on the results of a hearing test, I will probably never know.
So how was your day?
So the first thing that went wrong was, Dad was still sound asleep at 10:30 a.m., and wasn't remotely ready. I emailed him Mom's list of questions, brought them up on his computer screen (large font, naturally), and then got him up and herded him to the office. It was about 11:00 when he finally sat down, and I thought it was all good, until he asked me how to reach HIS list of questions. Well, hell, Dad, I didn't know you had a list. Found that based on his oddly cryptic description of it, and was just congratulating myself on a job well done when I heard the secretary of the accountant tell him that his appointment wasn't until NEXT Wednesday. 🤦♂️
So Dad concluded that he wasn't needed until his next appointment, and therefore could safely go back to bed. (That's not great for a diabetic who just had a bowl of cereal, but what can you do?)
Things were going okay-ish until about a quarter to 12. Got a phone call from Sears Home Services, which I picked up instantaneously. Even so, the call disconnected, and I received a text message saying that my service call needed to be rescheduled. Like, what the fuсk? I answered as quickly as I physically could. So yeah. Now the appointment to fix our fuсking dishwasher has been moved clear out to the 30th. Because of course it has. I spent the next two hours in a futile, pathetic attempt to contact a human being at Sears. When I finally did get hold of someone, she had an accent thicker than my skull. I could barely understand five words, and I eventually gave up on getting anywhere with her.
So then it was a quarter after 2. Time to go wake his lordship from his nap. He got up, talking about how he wanted to have lunch, and he wondered if we were going to be eating at the house or on the road. Like we had time for this shit. He told me it was only a quarter after 1:00, which I of course told him was false, because I was staring at my phone clock. He insisted on checking his phone to make sure, like I'm going to lie to him. Sure enough, some idiot had managed to turn his bedroom clock back two hours instead of one. So now we were late, and he was hungry.
We got to the doctor, about 10 minutes late. I let him go in while I parked, since we were already being disrespectful of the doctor. Got parked, went inside, up to the suite where he was waiting, and he was called in. So I don't know what they told him in that office, but he came out telling me he needs physical therapy for his balance issues. What that has to do with following up on the results of a hearing test, I will probably never know.
So how was your day?
