Busy day

I took today off, primarily to go with Dave to his follow up doctor visit this morning.

The doctor was an hour late, so they re scheduled Dave. Unfortunately, he missed the phone call. So, we went and tried to do an errand, unsuccessfully, and decided just to go back and wait.

The visit went well. Everything looks good, including the EKG taken today (though I had to step out of the office so the girl could get an accurate reading...don't ask). He is to continue on the same pills for now, and in 3 months, see the doctor again.

He can start mild exercise in 2 weeks.

From there, we came home, put in some laundry, and gathered all of my massage therapist licensing stuff.

We ate some lunch, and headed out on the mission.

First, Kinko's, to get my pass port photos (better than having to get mug shots taken, like I had to do years ago to get a Lombard license), and to get copies of my certificates and driver license made.

Then to the Oklahoma State Bureau of Investigation. Have to prove I'm not a crook (read: hooker), don't ya know.

Then to the bank to get everything notarized (applications all in triplicate, all had to be notarized). The notary made me the extra copies I needed of my clean criminal record.

Then to the health department to drop off all of the copies.

The clerk was sleeping when we arrived at her desk.

No, really.

She seemed put out to be asked how long it might be before I hear anything.

Next up, the health department has to come and inspect my office. If I pass, the inspector will give me back two of the copies of everything I turned in today, and THEN I get to go apply at the licensing board.

Anyway, THEN we stopped at Dave's favorite little antique mall. Almost immediately, I got the feeling that I was in trouble.

We found a 45 piece set of really cool dishes (just like Russel Wright, only called Holiday of California, mixed gray and peach colored).
Vintage.
On sale for $65.
I HAD to buy them....we now have dishes that are OURS, and that are really cool! Instead of a hodge podge from our respective past marriages!!

Turned a corner in the store, still browsing while the clerk started packing up the dishes....and saw a big book with SOONER across the front of it.

OU year book, I thought....so, out of curiosity, I looked at what year it was from.

1949.

My mom's senior year.

Dave was a few feet away. I pointed it out to him, then I handed him my purse, and found a table to put the book on to open it.

I took a deep breath, opened to the index, and found her name.

Yep.
I bought that, too!! After I stopped crying, of course.

Month-end close was the past 2 days at work. It was, as it was last month, horrific. 2 twelve hour days in a row....without overtime pay for the extra hours....but I figure, the extra hours make up for my being off one of the 3 unpaid days off this pay period (two of them were required, and then there was today).

Now, I am getting ready to make New Orleans style scallops for supper.

I do NOT want to go back to work tomorrow. I really am getting to where I hate my job. I don't just dislike it anymore.

I literally dread going to work. I get that feeling of anxiety in the pit of my stomach when I think about work while I'm not there.

And it's only been my job since 11/9.

Pitiful.