Monday, December 10, 2007

Hello, My Name Is...

So I'm standing in line waiting to check in to get my blood drawn this morning. The hospital was jammed with a bunch of little kids who were all getting blood drawn. Lots of tears were being shed as no one was happy to be getting poked, including myself. I finally made my way to the counter and half way through the check in process the girl looks up and goes...

"Oh, you're J.R.'s wife."

"Umm.. yeah. And you are???"

"Oh I went to school with J.R."

Great. I'm meeting someone that J.R. went to school with and I haven't even showered for the day. I wasn't even dressed in real clothes for the day! Sweat pants and a sweat shit, hat on my head, no makeup, and half asleep still. Why do you always meet people on days you look like death?

I'm going to go shower now and find some real clothes.

2 comments:

Long-time RN said...

"Sweat shit", type-O or Freudian?
Doesn't matter what you look like, it's what's inside that counts, and you are an amazing person.
Cathy B

Kat said...

lol - ditto to what long-time rn said! :) (and...taht would SO be my kinda luck!)