Today I had one full hour break at noon. I grabbed a quarter for the parking meter, taped up my box, grabbed my wallet, and ran out the door. I'll be home in no time. Piece of cake.
Note to self.
How many times have you gone to that specific post office over the years and waited on line for a half hour? You bring one quarter to this dog and pony show? Twelve minutes for a quarter. Math. Christine - what were you thinking. Also, you have a team meeting with your department head, and she is so hard to get audience with. Be there.
I walked in to see a big line, and really should have just turned around and walked back out. There were two people working. One is this HORRIBLE older woman who is the rudest person I've ever met, even for a post office. Then there's this younger guy, he's slow as hell. After every customer, he goes out back. Like, is he taking a break because he just sold some stamps?
The lady was having a fight with a guy, while also trying to help a family do their passport for their brand new infant. Someone walked up to her and said he needed tape and she screamed at him that it isn't free, get a roll off the retail rack there and pay for it, it's five bucks.
Yelling, yelling so much yelling. This is the world's worst post office. I have two other options. One with free parking but getting there is such a challenge traffic-wise, and the other is just too far and it is dumb to go there.
I started to sweat it.
I was already in there 20 minutes, and the parking enforcement dude was walking up and down the street handing out tickets like christmas cards.
I knew my meter had expired, but there was only one person ahead of me. The slow dude got up and went out back again and I groaned - no please please please dude, come back! I'm going to get a ticket.
Kind of not realizing I was muttering this out loud, the lady in front of me said I should go put another quarter in the meter, she'll gladly hold my place (so kind of her). But. Thing is, I didn't have another quarter. I'm stupid. I let her know that, and also how stupid I am.
So she hands me one, and I looked at the guy behind me like how do you feel if I get out of line here and come back?
He said "Parking tickets in this town are 50 bucks, so however much your box is gonna cost to ship, add 50 bucks to that. Run go feed the meter, you're good." and I run out to feed the meter. I ran back in relieved.
Ten more minutes I'm still there waiting my turn. It literally took 2 minutes to do my transaction. Here's the box. I pick the how fast do I want it to go, it is $10.50, here's a 20.
He doesn't know how to make the change.
It's $9.50. I tell him this. He looks at me blankly. Another girl is standing behind him and says "give her a 10 dollar bill."
I tell her no, it's too much, it's $9.50.
She says "don't sweat it. I got you."
I said "maybe put the 50 cents into a little cup for someone who may need to feed the meter." I thanked her profusely, told her she was my hero. Told the woman who was in front of me she was my hero. The guy behind me - my hero.
I rushed home, got to my computer 2 min before the meeting start. relieved. Great meeting with our department head. We're all going through a lot right now and she's really bearing a burden. So we all had a good moment together.
I took Toffee to a vet appointment at 4pm. She's gone from 67lbs to 58. Our vet had encouraged us to not feed her as much ("the bag says to feed her that much but the dog food people want you to buy more dog food. She doesn't need that much.") And she had four straight months of Dahlia with face fighting, chasing, wrassling, running around the yard at 90 miles an hour so she has peeled off some weight. I'm interested in seeing if she gains anything back now that she's back to potato mode. It is the one thing I'll truly miss about Dahlia is their play times.
There was a late call with a client that ran to 6:15pm. It went very well, they launch their site tomorrow and they're ready. Afterwards, I grilled some chicken that I had marinated earlier in the day with some homemade potato salad. I called my mom to wish her a happy birthday while the chicken was grilling. Earlier today I ordered her flowers to have delivered on Friday - right in between her birthday and Mother's Day. So I told her unlock her porch in the morning so the delivery person can drop the flowers where she can get them.
She told me the same story three times. Then she said "oh! did I tell you this?" no! you did NOT you keep telling me about some guy who called you on the phone. Three times you tell me this story but you don't tell me that other one I need to know. Okay.
Dinner was ready so I said goodnight, goodbye, I love you. She always says "I love you more," and I always reply "Not possible." It's a little game we play.
After dinner I needed to do a walk so I went. I've been trying to connect with someone to conspire to something special and beautiful for a gift, and we finally got a chance to talk, so I lengthened my walk desire by 15 minutes just to keep talking to her. It paid off as you can see in the digits.
Finally, I promised that "soon" was going to happen. And it has. Digits below the picture.
digits
exercise: 12/12 hours. 37 min walk/1.82 miles. 10k+ by bedtime
blood glucose:
8am: 122
4:30pm: 167
11:15pm: 104
food:
coffee/water
8am: phentermine
10:30am: met+glip
2:30pm: pb & low sugar j on 647 italian bread
4:45pm: the rest of yesterday's tuna salad
6:45pm: grilled chicken breast, homemade potato salad w/egg and bacon. Met+glip
red wine
10pm: jardiance
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