More of same

Today's festivities:

6 AM: Get up. Discover that dog has pissed on slipper. Just one slipper. Oh, and the throw rug.

9 AM: Stacey experiences unfortunate medical event that, while not as serious as it appears, and it resolves, gives Zen heart attack.

11 AM: Receive phone call from boss inquiring why I told Staffer X that I was at training. Problem being: I said no such thing. Turns out Staffer X didn't write down what it was I did say, and she gave the incorrect note to the wrong person, resulting in a game of "telephone". Find self unable to contact boss to advise of same. Call SaneStaff and advise her of the story. No further phone calls result, so assume SaneStaff has fixed it.

7:15 AM-2:45 PM: Stacey is experiencing "bad day" with her condition. There is not a damn thing I, or anyone else, can do about this, nor does she expect us to. This is the really frustrating part.

4:15 PM: Call Mr. Samoa. Mr. Samoa is in a meeting, but for some god-unknown reason answers phone anyway. Is curt throughout and then says "I'm in a meeting." "Um, why didn't you either not answer it or just say so?" "Ummmm..."

Am contemplating running away to join the Amish.