Strange Day

Yesterday, Monday April 26th, was a strange day.     I stayed in, sort of doing close to nothing ... a little straightening up here and there.    I got ready for work and once I got to the parking lot found out that I didn't have my parking pass.   At least I was unable to find my parking pass.    So I had to find a spot where I could park and got into work a few minutes later than usual.    I got there to see Pam standing at the desk I was going to be sitting in (she was talking to Catherine).    I assumed she was only visiting ... and I asked what shift she was working.  She said, "2:45".    I said, "me too!"    Then right away I knew something was wrong but I thought she just came in too early.    If she was 2:45 FMC/ACH she would have started already.   The 2:45 at RGH/PLC starts at 3:00 ... even if we do have to arrive at 2:45.     The schedules were checked ... we were both booked in for the same shift, same site.    Pam didn't want to go home.   I thought she would because she is leaving for her backpacking trip through England on Wednesday.    I figured she had a million things to do.   Well she didn't ... in fact, she said she was in "work mode" and wanted to work.    So I did the only thing I could think of, I said I had a crappy weekend and perhaps going home would be a nice thing.   So I did.   I did get paid for 4 hours for going ... the scheduling error was theirs, not mine.   That was fair but I didn't get to work with Doug and it will be his last day on the 30th of this month.   So that was too bad.

Then there is the thing about my parking pass.    I can't find it.   Jonathan cleaned out my car the day before we left for Edmonton because he wanted to take my car.   He turfed everything out ... my gas receipts, my day timer, my breast cancer walk papers in the trunk and my Kermit the Frog bag.   They were all heaped up on the freezer ... except my parking pass and gas receipts.    He says he threw out my gas receipts saying, "You don't keep them do you?"      What the hell, I was keeping them ... clearly ... they were in the cubby beside my parking pass.    I have a system ... I don't mess with it.    Everything has it's place and I know where it is.     I'm so angry.   And of course, he says he didn't touch my parking pass.    Of course he didn't.    Shit!

So yesterday I spent a lot of time going through my car, Jon's car, my purse, my Kermit the Frog bag, etc. looking for the damned parking pass.    Today I have the pleasure of going through the recycling bin and the garbage in the garage to see if I can locate it.

You know, this wouldn't be so bad ... but I think he has also thrown away my fold away greenhouse that I got for Mother's Day a few years back.     I can't find it for anything.    He swears he didn't throw that away either ... but he's the only one who goes crazy in the garage throwing stuff away.    I'll grab the ladder and check the rafters in the garage today when I'm in there and see what I can see.    If I can't find it ... then I know he did throw it away and then I'll know he is lying about that and then frankly, I don't know what I'll think.