The Yeti Report

I blew past all kinds of speed limits to get to Dr. Yeti's office on time today. And when I got there, I found that my appointment, scheduled for 12:15, was going to have to wait. Because the person who had an appointment at 10:30 was still waiting.

At 1:15, I called the temp agency and spoke to Miss Thang, who placed me at Tontines 'R' Us.

Me: I'm at a dr's appt and it looks like I won't be seen for another hour.
Miss Thang: Oh? Do you realize if you stay longer than you scheduled, that will be your third incident?
Me: My third incident in two months?
Miss Thang, with a decidedly snooty air about her: That's right. And on the third one, the employer really begins to doubt your...interest.
Me: Well. I'll head on back to the office, then.

If anyone ever sounded smug about hanging up the phone, she did.

So I actually saw Dr. Yeti as he walked patients out to the overcrowded and overheated lobby. But no diagnosis. ("Your sinuses are messed up. Next!")

As I high-tailed it back to the office, I thought about the last couple of days and I realized that I have been living in La-La Land. I haven't been working nearly as hard as I should have been.

Geraldine was right to check on me.

We had a come-to-Jesus meeting. I was already there.

My head may be congested, but it is still on my shoulders.