So it turns out a good way to be sure that going into the office is the wrong decision is to go into the office.
Want a shred more backstory? The day before I broke my ankle I had a procedure done that numbed the pain in my left shoulder. Not neck, but shoulder. Pretty cleanly. With the broken ankle I've had to wear a lot of backpacks. Normally I don't wear shit on the left side, because obvious reasons.
Guess what I just learnt (in a very hands on fashion) is wearing off? Guess what is a hotline to migraine?
I'm trying to work out how not to cry at my desk. I'm trying to work out how to get anything done. I'm trying to work out how to last until they've finished washing my (incredibly filthy) car. I'm trying to work out how to explain in my stupidly complicated work situation how I need to bail with looming immovable deadlines that are seemingly more implacable than sick time...and a meeting at noon.
If I laugh, I will cry.
Another student just let me know that WebAssign is down.
HOW CAN I TALK ABOUT THINGS WHEN WEBASSIGN IS DOWN.
TALK AMONGST YOURSELVES WHILE WEBASSIGN IS DOWN. NOT WITH HIL.
Did Webassign move my keys?
This morning was so stressful and upsetting -- and it was all my fault, 3 different times, because I am a fucking MORON -- I'm still not over it. (SPOILER: we DO have the marriage license.)
We drove downtown, I grabbed my purse for change to put in the parking meter, and my wallet wasn't in my purse. My wallet is ALWAYS in my purse. I cannot think of a single time I've left the house with my purse and my wallet wasn't in it. But still, this time, it was not. No wallet = no ID = no marriage license. So we drive back home, with me apologizing and crying the whole way. I'm making Tim extra late to work, I'm so stupid, etc., etc.
Drive back downtown, find parking (which was traumatic in and of itself), go to the courthouse. Need to use the bathroom. Cannot find one, despite it being a public building. Ask a guard "Where is a public restroom, and what floor to we go to for marriage licenses?" (Note: when I had jury duty in May, there were big signs indicating where to go for marriage licenses.) Guard says the bathroom is on the far side of the building, and we are in the WRONG building for marriage licenses. So, no, one does NOT obtain a marriage license from the courthouse. And if I had even bothered to verify where to go -- which I did NOT -- instead of just assuming I knew where to go, then maybe we would have gone to the right building in the first place. But no, because I just assumed I knew where to go, I took us to the wrong damn building. Because of course I did.
So we walk several blocks, with me crying the whole way (yup, on a sidewalk in downtown CIncinnati), find the building, go up to the 10th floor for marriage licenses. No bathrooms. Ask a nice clerk, who says go down one floor. Go down to the bathroom. Come back out to the elevator, and a nice woman comes up and tells me the back of my skirt is tucked up into the waistband and MY ASS IS LITERALLY SHOWING. I made some pathetic squeak, said thank you, scrambled to readjust my skirt, and started bawling.
We go back up to the marriage license floor, and I have to sit on a bench in the hall because I am crying so hard there is no way any clerk will issue me a license while I'm in such obvious distress. Finally I calm down, more or less, and we get the shit done. I'm guessing I probably wasn't the most unhappy bride the clerk has ever seen, but I sure wasn't a radiantly beaming one by any means.
I'm so fucking over this shit. SO OVER. I just want the wedding to be done. I want to be married; I want to be Tim's wife (although I am genuinely AMAZED he's willing to marry someone so patently stupid and emotionally unstable), but I am SO OVER this wedding bullshit. OVER. IT.
And I'm still upset but I need to work on the editing test for the sexy publisher, because it's due tomorrow, and I would like a damn job so that I'm useful in some fucking way.
Totally all Webassign's fault, all of it. ita_!'s pain probably can't be blamed on it, but we can try.
AND WEBASSIGN IS DOWN. MY LIFE IS A SHAMBLES BECAUSE OF WEBASSIGN.
