WTF Tuesday.

I didn't get to weigh in.

In fact, I was on my way to my appointment when work called me. Wednesday starts the beginning of my next work rotation, so naturally I knew something was up. They asked me to work night shift due to an emergency, and I like a dumbass said yes. Due to the circumstances for my night guy, it is not an issue at all. In fact, working nights is kind of nice. I get to sleep in and I don't have to deal with any drama because I'm pretty much by myself. The only thing that I'm miffed about is the weekend, because I may have to potentially use my vacation hours to cover if my night guy comes back Sunday. Which is bullshit, because I'm DOING THEM A FAVOR AND I SHOULDN'T GET PENALIZED FOR IT. 

I headed to the office only to find some crazy lady parked all weird in the lot. I took a minute to gather my things, and couldn't help to notice she was staring at me. The perks of having great peripheral vision, you see a lot more than normal people do. I got out of my car and she rolled down the window to tell me the office was closed. CLOSED?! Thanks for the effing phone call! I walked up to the door, only to find a note stuck on it. It said pretty much sorry for the inconvenience and the office was closed due to an illness.

SOMEONE had to come to put the sign on the door, so obviously they didn't think to call and let us know. Whatever, it made me feel like I was in college again. Her office is upgrading their system, they text you and give you an automated call for appointment reminders. It would have super nice if we had it available online. Where patients could just schedule their own appointments and shit there, instead of answering to someone else.

I'm not too upset I didn't get to weigh in. According to my scale, I put on three pounds again. MF'er!!!! Guess I won't be able to find anything out for another two weeks. That's right people you read correctly, two weeks. I'm headed out of town on Monday, so no weigh in for me. Grrr....