All my characters went to a party without me, I think. There’s no one talking in my head, and boy is that a weird thing.
So we’ll rail on stupid people a bit, then go to bed. I had a lady come in front of my desk today and complain that while she waited in line for two hours (I doubt it) not one person told her to fill out the registration packet she was given. A registration packet? For registration? Okay, I can see where she wouldn’t figure that out. (damn, that sarcasm is about to collapse into a black hole…)
Then she complained that I had to have the birth certificate and immunizations before I could enroll the child. Honestly, we make it so hard. None of her other schools have been like this.
None of her other schools asked for paperwork to be filled out either, I guess. I want to go live there…
Another person tried to convince me that I shouldn’t go by the date on the guardianship form (“this guardianship expires 4/8/04”) but rather by the expiration of the notary public’s commission. (2007) What the heck does that have to do with anything?
But I made it. The marathon is over for another year. And I made it with my temper intact, though my sanity…let’s just say I was more than a bit giggly by the end of the day. As in, fits of hysterical laughter when there wasn’t anything funny. People would ask how I was doing and I’d just laugh.
That’s what they call punch-drunk, right?