And in other weird news. I had weird for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.

Let's see.

Before 11 am this morning, I get an 'important' personal call. The person won't leave a message and won't call back. They demand to talk to me. *sigh* It's a bill collector, I know it.

I get to the phone. Oh, it is. A collection agency, and the woman sounds humilitated, not upset or angry. Oh no. It's for a bill from a radiology clinic. For a grand sum of 6.87. and she's had to interrupt my freaking day for this? Uh.

At least she sounded properly embarrassed.

Then at 2:30ish, I decide to take lunch. I've been alone in the pharmacy all day because my cohort's off getting us more business. I decide upon Ramen noodles (chicken onion flavor, very nice). I'm JUST finishing when I get a phone call...I try to slurp down the last little bit of noodle...when I hiccough or something and a CHUNK of noodle goes right past that flap in my throat and into my lung. I kid you not. I coughed a few times, and then it just LAY there. I can feel it still.

Then, right before I leave for home, about 4pm, I get The Call. There's one of these every day. It's the call that makes you wish you'd been born developmentally disabled, so you could think on these people's level. She calls. It goes like this:

( Read all the gorey (or boring) details here. )

Anyhow. She made me miss my bus and I had to wait a whole extra half hour to get home. Bleargh.

And so, in summary, I got a collection call for all of $6.87. I inhaled a noodle that is still in my lung. And I dealt with a woman who couldn't figure out that a half of a half was a quarter (trust me, the phone call went on MUCH longer....and she had the hardest time with the idea of a half of a half...she said it was 1 or it was 0, not 0.25)...and now it's Pi day.

So, how was YOUR day?

CJ