Greetings from Suckville

Population: Me. My day was so lousy it’s like I was the victim of some conspiracy of craptacularosity.

First, there was the argument with LabCorp over the latest bill they sent me. They felt I owed them $110. I felt they were mistaken. Three phone calls and one very annoying tussle with a malfunctioning voice recognition system later (it kept asking me for my birthdate, and then repeating it back to me, over and over. Just what I needed in the midst of a frustrating battle over benefits) I finally got someone at LabCorp who was a) not an idiot and b) actually helpful. I managed to convince them to actually submit the claim to my insurance company with the correct information, rather than just sending me a bill.

Then everyone at work was in a bad mood. I don’t know what the problem was, but my co-workers were a cranky bunch today, and I waded right in to the mix with my own personal black cloud hovering over my head.

Adding to the storm clouds: a crowded trip to Whole Foods for lunch and frustrations over trying to line up a vacation place for our trip in October. I don’t know what was up at Whole Foods today, but the place was packed with morons, cluttering up the aisles and not letting me get by, going through the salad bar at a glacial pace, and generally annoying the hell out of me. Also annoying the hell out of me? The Outer Banks.

John and I wanted to go there for our vacation. After a number of fruitless searches on the Internet, I finally decided I wasn’t going to find a hotel that meets my standards and allows pets, so we started looking at renting a condo or house. It’s the first real vacation we’ve taken in forever, so I want it to be nice. I found a little condo right on the beach in Kill Devil Hills that was pet friendly, and only $400 for a week. I sent the property management company an email with some questions and got a bunch of satisfactory answers back today, so I went to make the reservation. Imagine my surprise as I watched the $400 cost turn into a $760 cost with the addition of a $100 pet fee (not mentioned in the listing), a $100 administrative fee, a $75 security deposit waiver fee, taxes and some sort of required travel insurance fee. Just include all of that in the upfront price, you assholes. And let me tell you, for $760, I want something a lot nicer than that crappy little condo. So if anyone has any Outer Banks recommendations, I’d love to hear them. Otherwise, we may very well end up taking our vacation in Rehoboth. At least that’s closer.

I thought I was going to get to hang out with Jules and Laila this weekend, but it looks like that isn’t going to work out as planned. Hopefully I will still get to see Laila at least.

When I got to the gym, I had to dodge 800 parents circling the parking lot to drop off or pick up their kids from the Karate school. Those people are a menace. And their kids just wander through the parking lot not paying any attention to the people who are trying to drive. Then my ponytail holder snapped as I tried to put it on my hair, and I kept having coordination difficulties with the stupid elliptical machine. At least Becky was there to provide excellent conversation and sympathy about my day.

And hey, just to put a cap on my day my fucking blood sugar was 180 when I checked it after dinner. To give you context, last night it was 113, and it is frequently lower than that. I guess they aren’t kidding when they say stress can raise your blood sugar. Well, stress and a piece of apple cake. It’s not fair. I should be able to eat a damn piece of cake every once in a while. Particularly after 4+ miles on the elliptical machine. Let me eat cake!

All I have to say is if tomorrow knows what is good for it, it will be a better day.