Some days are just like that. Not horrible, just blah. Especially cold, rainy ones.
Well, at least we had a better morning than yesterday - nobody is writing sentences... yet ;D
To add to the general merriment, Tate had to get a shot this afternoon (required for his CI - he's such a trooper) and I had to call DSHS. Fun times. /sarcasm
Because trying to talk to a live person in a government office is like looking for the lost tribes of Israel. But I persevered...
I dial the 800 number. I confirm that I do - in fact - speak English (you know, the official language of this country), wade through endless and irrelevant menu options, enter the five-digit extension number printed on the form, and then I wait... wait... wait...... on hold.
I am subjected to over 16 minutes of anxious-sounding music blaring at high volume into my ear. The music is interrupted at random intervals by a very soft voice. I press the phone harder to my ear, to see if I have a real person, but no, it's just a recorded message, suggesting that I give up on waiting for a live person and send them an email.
I'm buying no bridges today.
Finally, a human answers. I tell her what information I'm seeking, and she tells me I need to talk to someone in the *&(%^ (whatever) office. She will transfer me, but in case I get disconnected, she gives me the extension number for that office.
It's the same five-digit extension that began the madness.
And so goes the day.
A day in which nothing has gone drastically wrong, but I have felt underwater the whole time.
Is that weird? Or is it just April, on the tail end of a long, rainy winter? (I'm not depressed, by the way.)