Forget the week. I deserve it for making it through Thursday!
My battery died...twice.
At work two of us had to do the job normally requiring five people.
I had one patient shouting at me at the front desk over a bill. He'd ask a question. I'd begin a calm answer. He'd cut me off and begin berating me.
I had another shout at me on the phone because I didn't have an answer for her question and the person who does is on vacation.
I had one refuse to fill out forms required for an exam and have a temper tantrum when I calmly said I'd have to reschedule her for when she was willing to fill them out.
I had a preschooler completely meltdown in the waiting room while her mother whimpered impotently that the child needed to stop.
I personally extricated the child twice from a place that was dangerous....while the mother watched.
I had one of my own offspring call me AT WORK to have a meltdown over how her own job is going. The phrase "I'd like to call you later BECAUSE I AM AT WORK" was one I apparently spoke to her in swahili because she did not seem to comprehend its meaning.
AAA came to see if I all my car needed was a jump or a tow.
The guy said it only needed a jump.
After he left, I proceeded to attempt to start my car....while it was already running.
My car was not happy about this. Its displeasure was expressed with another death scene.
I give up. I'm going to bed.
I'm trying to remind myself to be thankful that none of my frustrations involved a need for major surgery or final arrangements.