I had different plans for today’s post, but after my afternoon yesterday I decided to go in a different direction, with a half-rant, half-humor post.
While I was eating my lunch I decided to check my horoscope for the day to see what was in store, even though the day was already well underway. Weirdly, the last sentence of my day’s horoscope said, “avoid wearing anything in red for the day.” Even weirder, I WAS WEARING A RED SHIRT.
A few hours later I was off to my annual lady doctor appointment, already dreading it, because who likes to go to those appointments?! I checked the traffic map and everything seemed to be clear. Fast forward 10 minutes and I was in the slowest moving traffic jam/construction zone on the planet. You did me wrong, Google Maps. I watched the clock tick past my appointment time, and just when I was about to give up hope and turn around, the road cleared.
So I show up to my appointment about 15 minutes late. Traffic jams = not my fault. Can’t control it. After waiting for a few, the nurse called my name and I jumped up ready to go in. “The doctor will still see you, but he’s going to see the other patient that was on time first.” I gave her a puzzled look and said ok and sat down, and then I processed what just happened. And basically, inside my head was like this.
The lady sitting across from me in the waiting area started chatting with me about what had just happened, and asked how long I’d been a patient because the practice seemed to not have it together #truth. The topic then turned to how ridiculous doctor offices are, because really, have you EVER been seen by a doctor at your exact scheduled time? NOPE. Never. Not once.
So I waited, and waited. And finally went up to find out how much longer it’d be. The front desk lady looked puzzled as to why I hadn’t been called back yet, and even she spoke to the ridiculousness of the situation, bringing up the same argument I mentioned above (doctors are never on time).
After what seemed like an eternity, I was actually called back, along with another person. And wouldn’t you know, the nurse moved at sloth speed (this trailer is actually hysterical though, her notsomuch) and started checking vitals on the other patient while round two of the wait began.
When I finally made it out of the appointment, I jumped in my car to head back to work, only to be greeted with the start of rush-hour traffic. The lights would turn green and literally zero movement happened. I basically felt like this poor fella in the car in a sea of not-moving sheep.
So basically, I blame the red shirt. I totally should’ve changed out of it as soon as I read that warning. The moral of the story? Never wait until mid-day to read your ‘scope!
On a positive note, yesterday marked my 4-year blogiversary, which is crazy, and awesome, and such a huge milestone for me (if you haven’t already taken my first-ever reader survey, please do)! I also received a beautiful Vera Bradley throw from Kristyn, and received some exciting blog-related news, so fortunately, the day turned around!
Can you relate to moments like the ones I had yesterday? Do you read your horoscope?