Some days just do not deserve repeating...

I'm sure that ALL of my readers will be delighted when my postings become frequent once again, full of their typical sarcasm and wit...dripping with stories of home and work and things that I randomly find humor in. I'm not there yet. Since this is such a public forum, it only goes to say that my life (my work) has been doing the "shuffle" and I have to have a schedule requiring laptop sorting and ordering for me to even know where I go on what day.
Right now I have three office locations. That's right. Three! I'm working four days a week for Bost, Inc that serves those with intellectual disabilities (the term that is replacing mental retardation legally) that are not school age. When I interviewed, I somehow thought that it was going to be with the adult population for which I am familiar and even had many of them while teaching. Recently I learned that I was hired on to take on most of the new preschool referrals. Yikes! What??? I just can't even imagine. I'm hoping that it will involve a lot of parenting skills and family therapy, which I feel like I can manage. They have gone out of their way to be generous and make me feel like I fit. (do I really fit anywhere???)
Job number two is at Arkansas Counseling Associates, where I will be seeing teenagers like I was at the high school. I'm looking forward to that and hope to get that going next week. The problem is that I have to be careful when I plan for that one day each week. I had thought that Thursday would be good, but already there have been two of those that I had to re-schedule because of training that was taking place on Thursdays at Bost. Then ACA tells me that I am required to drive to Warm Springs, AR (almost 7 hours from here!) for a two day training...and I can choose a Mon-Tues OR a Thurs-Fri. So, how do I ask off a day of work from one job to go do training for the other job when I haven't even been around long enough to earn PTO> paid time off. Yikes again!!!
Job number three is my little private practice that I'm working at on 18th street. I moved most of my furniture in there from my office at the school, so it is definitely shaping up. I'm in the process of getting listed on several insurance panels so that I can help clients that have private insurance. My hope is to eventually do that much more, but I'm not sure if I will be ever able to count on it completely.
SO, my life has become extremely scattered. Need I say more? Today was a perfect example of what can go wrong in your life when you begin to let the stress and anxiety get to you.
I had a doctors appointment and following that decided to run through McDonalds to get an unsweetened iced tea (my newest obsession) for $1 before going back out to Bost. I need to back up and explain that my Blackberry phone has been acting up for a while and just last night I had traded it in for a new one by renewing my plan with AT&T....they just love that. I was excited. While sitting in my car and paying for my tea in the drive thru lane, I felt a bump....and realized the car behind me had just bumped into mine. I had to pull up a little in order to get out of my car. I was rattled, of course, but relieved to see that there weren't any marks on "Baby". Yay. I pulled on up, got my tea, and was on my way.
But wait...where's my phone that had been in my lap? I pulled over and searched the car and my purse. Nothing. Oh heavens! It must have fallen out when I got out to check the car. I pulled into my office and called on the LANDLINE to McDonalds. They went out and checked and much to my surprise did not find it. I mean, who would want a brand new Blackberry anyway?
That event seemed to have a domino effect on my day. That's how that works, you know. I lost my keys twice. The last time was when I was trying to go home. The other therapist had to come out and look over my car and she found them under my coat in the back seat!!!
I dropped by Best Buy and got some advice about what to do instead of buying the same phone for $399. He reactivated it and we waited to see what might happen.
Steve and I had already decided it was a good night for carryout pizza. I ordered it on the LANDLINE and then left to go pick it up, following my one client at the private practice that called to reschedule. (had he heard what kind of day his therapist was having??)
When I pulled up to Jim's Razorback Pizza, I reached into my purse to get my wallet to go in and pay. It was vibrating. Yes, it was. I opened it up and there was my cell phone. My new Blackberry sitting about the dollar bills. Apparently when the girl hit my car, I just threw it in and had forgotten all about it.
I came home and fell into a hot whirlpool bath and soaked until I was one huge prune. Put on my comfy, flannel jammies that just scream with sex appeal, ate my pizza like I was going into hibernation, and snuggled in on the couch with Steve to have some laughs at Modern Family and American Idol.
And so now...you get the post. Maybe I'm working my way out of this funk.
It's always something, you know.