Thursday was the type of day I absolutely hate. It was so hectic and there was much driving involved–bleh.
First stop: dropping off some applications and resumes nearby. Who knows when they’ll call me.
It took a total of 15 minutes to finish up there, and then it was time to drop John off at school. Since his car was overheating the day before and I was going to be in town anyway, I figured I’d drop him off. He had a final and was being a bit annoying, whining about how he was going to be late when he was clearly already late (45 minutes). Mrs. C-R knew he would either be late, or wouldn’t go at all.
Next was Mom’s endochrinologist appointment. They took forever there. It took about an hour and a half for them to just call her in, then another hour for them to actually see her. A nurse came and called the kids and me to go in with Mom. She said “Your mom and the doctor are having a hard time communicating.” I thought, ‘Mom must not be able to hear him correctly’, since she’s deaf in one ear.
I get into the office and the doctor yells, in an accent I can barely understand, “Does joor mahther hev memory problem?” Well, shit. Mom not being able to hear to begin with and then him with that accent was not a good combination. I tell him, “No. She’s hearing imparied. She wears a hearing aid in one ear.” He nods and then proceeds to yell at Mom and she doesn’t understand him anyway, so I have to repeat everything to her. She’ll be injecting insulin twice a day now since her pills never helped her with the diabetes. She was being a drama queen and almost cried when he told her she’d need to give herself injections. Later on during the day when she tried it, she was afraid that the needle had gotten stuck in her stomach since she didn’t feel anything LOL. I told her it wasn’t a big deal.
The boys were sort of well behaved the whole time. They kept moving the chairs they were sitting in back and forth and kept fighting to sit next to me but other than that, they did good for being there so long. The other kids in the lobby were running everywhere.
As soon as Mom was done, we went straight to pick up John. Only it wasn’t so straight since I had to go down this road I didn’t know and had to go all the way around the expressway to turn around and go East. Grr.
We get there and I go to Mrs. C-R’s room so that I can print out a resume to leave for the job position they were hiring for. I got everything I needed, then went to the front office to leave the paperwork. The lady I was supposed to talk to was out to lunch. I was to come back in an hour.
We go next door to Wendy’s. There’s NO PARKING since it’s lunch time. We end up going through the drive thru and find a solitary parking space and eat there. The kids are still behaving, yes! John starts feeling sick after he eats two burgers and then I notice my baked potato with chives is missing it’s melted cheese. I go back, since I’ve GOT to have cheese on my baked potato. When I get back, John gets even more naseous since he smells the cheese. We wait till 1:30, which is when I’m supposed to go back to the school.
I go into the waiting area and give the receptionist my resume. I’m looking around and think, “Wow, I wonder what these people are here for? What are the suits and ties all about?” I notice women start going in and they’re wearing fancy dress clothes, too. I look down at myself and look at my nice, white button up top and my jean capris and brown flip flops. I felt so out of place! When the lady I was supposed to speak to gets there, they ask, “Who’s here for the group interview?” All the nicely-dressed up people stand up and follow the woman. The receptionist tells me, “Go! Follow them!” I was going to say, “But I just wanted to drop off my resume…” when a lady pats me on the back to move along.
I tell one of the ladies leading us to the room that I’m just there to leave the resume. She tells me to join them anyway. I say, “I’m not even properly dressed!” but she assures me that I’ll be fine.
I won’t even go into detail about the interview, but I can say that the position was not what I had in mind. Jumpy hours, working Saturdays, somewhat lying to people: no way, not for me. Some of the other people who were there (and seemed like they really wanted the job) were much more qualified. I wouldn’t feel comfortable in a position like that one.
An hour and a half of my life, wasted. We stopped by Mom’s pharmacy before we came home so that she could pick up her insulin.
We left the house really early on Friday morning. We needed to go to Mary’s office, Target, pick up and cash Mario’s paycheck, set up an appointment for Louie at the vet, and eat since Mario hadn’t had breakfast. We ate at Taco Palenque (sp?) on North 10th. It was really nice, and clean! The other one on S. 10th is always so…grimy.
They had a buffet table with all the salsas imaginable. All the chips you could eat and even Agua de Jamaica. If it’s one thing I have Ricci to thank for while we were friends was her introducing me to Agua de Jamaica (and Mangonadas!).
I had a plate of fajita panchos, Mario had a fajita plate and the kids had enchilada plates (which they barely ate, grr). Once we stuffed ourselves we took the kids out to play in the little playground they have enclosed in a courtyard-type-thing.
We made our way to Target, where we got Louie a bed, toys, turtle food, Mouse Trap for the boys and a shoe shelf. We got done there and went to set up the appointment for Louie at the vet and then picked up pizza for Noelia and John and a salad for Mom.
We get home and Mario and the kids put Mouse Trap together. Louie is in love with his new bed and is rolling around it in along with his Black Sheep toy. I found it the perfect opportunity to take a nap and Mario soon followed. (John was here on the computer, so he was watching the kids).
We wake up, just 20 minutes before Louie’s appointment. John forgot to wake us up! Mario drives as fast (and safely) as he can. Louie looked really sad; he probably thought we were going to give him away since the only other times he’s been in cars is when he’s being transported to new owners, poor thing. He does really good on the road and doesn’t have any accidents at all at the vet’s. Everyone that saw him fell in love with him. People kept saying how sweet, nice, playful, cute, kid-friendly he is :).
They called us in and Louie starts getting nervous. He weighs 5 lbs. 8 oz. and is 8 weeks old. We took a stool sample in, since we were suspicious that he had some type of worms and he did: hookworms and tapeworms–eww. The very sweet vet gave him a medication for the hookworms, his first set of shots, flea medication that should help with the tapeworms and she gave us a pill to give him at home for the tapeworms. He was really well behaved. He wimpered a little when he got his shot, but he was still really sweet afterwards. They want to see him back in 3 weeks.
We went to PetSmart and got him training treats, potty training spray, a brush and a clicker. What Mario wants that clicker for is beyond me, but he got it. Everyone that passed us at Pet Smart would stop to pet and play with Louie and at least 4 people asked where we got him and if they had anymore pups like him LOL.
As soon as we got home I took Mom to the Dollar General to get some stuff she needed. We got back and Mario and I made tacos for dinner and then we just chilled out.
While I was online I did something to f*ck up my Falbum…God that sucked. I had to reinstall it this morning. I didn’t plan to do anything today but be online and sleep, but Mary wants to take the kids to Peter Piper and the movies. I don’t even really want to watch that movie, Poseidon. I think the kids’ll freak out with it.
Grr. I just noticed that the cheddar Bugles I bought at the Dollar General yesterday are missing. I wanted to sneak them into the movies :(. — Nevermind, I found them :).
