Before that, though, just want to say my dad was admitted to the hospital today (well, more like he was forced by my mom to go) because he's been pretty sick lately. Appears as if he has an infection related to his diabetes; he might have surgery to drain the infection, and he'll almost certainly be there overnight. Thankfully, it does not seem to be quite as dire as it sounds ... I'm a horrible worrier about anyone close to me, so the whole time I had the worst case scenarios running through my mind, which is no fun at all. I'm just relieved that it's treatable.
Anyway, yesterday ... oi. Someone called in sick, so my shift was switched, which was definitely a bad omen. Then the front page I was working on got switched up four times, once fairly late in the evening when things should be set. (Thanks for making news last night, Toyota! Assholes. Stop making shitty cars.) And I had to spend a half hour working through bizarre problems with pages I don't even work on, because I was the only person left who could make sense of these things. (Basically, our electronic system wonked out and switched up pages that the publishers saw, which would have been horrendous for the paper and fairly embarrassing for us.) And, of course, putting the final paper out took forever, too, because my dumb computer kept fucking up. argh
The cherry on top when I got home: A jury summons. FFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUU JUDICIAL SYSTEM
Pretty much the worst timing ever since we have furloughs coming up and the schedules are already going to be super tight. My poor boss would be wringing his hair setting a decent schedule if he had any left.
Sigh. At least I stopped being a lazy ass and wrapped all the Christmas gifts I got. And I watched 2001 again! That was nice.
Anyway, world, please take care to not pile this shit on me any longer. Thanks. (By the way, of course this comes during a particularly bad rainy season here. wtfffffffffffffffffffffffff this is almost comically depressing)
EDIT: Ugh, this crap with my dad at the hospital is pissing me off. The surgery has been delayed the past two days, and it's just been delayed again today. I know the doctors are trying to be as safe as possible because they don't want anything to go wrong during surgery, but it's seriously maddening.
And the kicker? Apparently they won't get around to it next until Monday. So he's missing Christmas Eve and Christmas (of course, we're not going to celebrate without him at home, because that would be stupid). Now my dad is upset because he's been in the hospital since Tuesday and hasn't been able to accept new work, and he's a pretty sensitive guy with certain things, so he thinks his issues are ruining our Christmas. The holiday stopped being about the presents for me a long time ago; it ain't Christmas without him home, and I'll be sure to let him know that when I finally see him later today.
Don't know how long I'll be there, so we might be starting the movie business a bit later than normal tonight. We'll see.
