If anyone had any doubts about what today is let me just say for the record – IT’S MOOONNNNDDDAAAYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!
First things first. A little ranting. (I know – I’ve been doing this alot lately, but it’s MY BLOG and I can rant if I want to!) If you’ve known me any length of time you know that I’m a night owl and that I can stay up with the best of them. Normally, this is true, but since I haven’t been feeling all that well I tried to go to bed early last night. Like midnight — yes, that’s early for me. Anyway, I loaded up on the cough med w/ codeine so I wouldn’t cough and so my side wouldn’t hurt, then curled up under my down comforter, hugged my down pillow, shut my eyes and went to sleep….for like an hour. What happened after an hour? The neighbors FUCKING DOG starting barking like there’s no tomorrow and he wouldn’t shut up!!!! I layed there and layed there thinking he would at some point give it up and quit barking. OR his owner’s would get up and do something! Oh hell no!!! He kept barking and barking and barking — you get the idea — like the energizer bunny except picture a chocolate lab instead a little pink furry shit! So, what do I do? I get up and look all over the house for my neighbor’s phone number — couldn’t find the damn thing anywhere. Not in the phone book, on the internet, in my files for the members of our homeowner’s association. I was livid. Time is passing, I’m tired, I’m doped up on codeine, I want to sleep and there’s an 80 pound dog outside that thinks it’s suppose to bark like a rooster crows but inevitably has the time all mixed up for wakeup calls! On and on the barking goes — it’s now like 2:30am and I’m wide ass awake and made as hell. I got out of the bed again and went looking one more time for that damn phone number. How in the hell my neighbors were sleeping through this was beyond me. Anyway, in my last attempt to find the number I was successful! My fingers couldn’t dial their number fast enough.
Ring.
Ring.
Ring.
Ring.
Ring.
Answering Machine!!
I know they’re there so I dial again.
Ring.
Ring.
Ring.
“Hello?” (my neighbor)
“Mike, this is _____, from next door. Your fucking dog has been barking for over an hour now. Go do something about it or I’m calling the police and they can write you a ticket for disturbing the peace. I’ve had it! This dog barks like this every damn night and I’m tired of it. This is not the first time you’ve been told about the barking”
Mike – “I know, I know, I’m going down right now to check it out. I’m sorry.”
Click. Click.
About 5 minutes later the dog stopped barking. So much for going to bed early. I finally got to sleep about 3:15…..only to be awakened again at 5:30 to the sound of what? I bet you can guess!! That’s right! BARKING! Stupid dog! I hate that dog! Well, let me rephrase. I don’t hate the dog, I dispise the owners! We live in a townhouse community and its no place for a lab to be — they chain it to a train in the backyard — they never let it off to run — and it gets tangled up around the tree and can’t get to his water. The Humane Society would take it away if I called them. The only thing that has kept me from calling them at this point is the fact that I hate to think of the dog being put to sleep when the owner’s could just find a loving, appropriate home for him.
So, that’s my rant.
On to work. I’ve had an office down all day – no phones – and the telco has been a royal pain in the butt to work with. Don’t you think when you report a “network down, critical” situation that they would call you back pretty quick. Nope not the case — not until I called the Southeast Regional President of the company to get someone to do something. Assholes! Anyway, it’s 5 til 8 and I’m still at the office — I’m actually on a conference call with the telco techs and cisco techs…fun fun…. I’m typing this between being on hold with these yacks.
I did run out to the doctor this afternoon. (My only stint from the office today.) He did a bunch of tests and xrays on my chest and abdomen and determined that I have a torn intercostal muscle. These are the muscles that wrap around the rib cage — apparently, I’ve torn one away from my rib cage and when I cough the expansion of my chest against the torn muscle causes the pain. If you’re saying “Ouch!” – you’re dead on – “OUCH!” No wonder I’ve been hurting. He gave me percoset and a steroid pack and told me to call him in the morning and let him know how I’m doing. The narcotics should kick in nicely when I go to lay down tonight. (Provided the dog doesn’t bark half the night again, I should get some sleep!)
I’m starving – I haven’t eaten all day and we just got the phones up at the location that’s been down all day. So, I’m outta here to go pick up my prescriptions and get some food! Cheerio folks! Tomorrow is Tuesday and it’s bound to be better than today — and then — whoo hooo I’ts WEDNESDAY and we all know what that day is!!! Right??!?!?!?!?