Wednesday, August 20, 2008

school of life

We learn lessons. We are enrolled in a full-time, informal school called Life. Each day, we will be presented with opportunities to learn what we need to know. The lessons presented are often completely different from those you think we need.

** is there recess in this school?
** is there quiet time to read and visit with friends?

As kids are getting ready to go back to school I remember how excited I was in the "day"- new clothes, new shoes, new pencils and paper. Then the first day was spent learning all the rules. When to walk, sit, talk, where to put your name on the paper, where to turn in the paper, when to eat lunch, etc. So many rules. Since I was a small child I prided myself on knowing the rules and following them. That is not to say that I did not try to outsmart them or work them to my advantage as many would say.... but I did know them inside and out. I am to this day a person that "has to know." Nothing will make my head spin faster than to learn the rules and then be told "oh no, that isn't the way that works" If you want me turn into a raging horror film character then change the rules of the game and then be snied when you tell me. This happened today. I am still smoking hot over it. I told those who are near me to just steer clear...

You see today I made a simple phone call to where my husband is this week and asked to speak to him, I was told my some little sassy "Bratz" of a girl "it wasn't phone time" After 8 days I didn't know there was "phone time" I just had a simple question regarding a legal matter but it wasn't "phone time" I asked how one would know it was "phone time" and she told me I could get a schedule when I visited, I thought "Lady, if you think for one second I am going to haul my sorry ass to your facility 200 miles so I can get a schedule you are seriously dilusional." then she told me that I could call between 5-:530pm. That was all. DUDE! I work,is she serious? I had to hang up. The rules had been changed, the 51 other times I called I must have gotten the secret handshake right 'cause I got right thru (well except for the time I had the wrong code, but thankfully after my head spun they had my husband call me back) The bad bad words that were running thru my head were ugly, and I hung up.

Here's to hoping you know the rules...

I am now going to drown my sorrows in a diet coke. Mike can take care of his own legal problems 'cause I just don't know the rules well enough to speak with him. I guess I missed that day in school

2 comments:

erin said...

I'm sorry the "Bratz" girl was so mean to you! It doesn't sound like you have had the best of luck with hospitals and doctors lately. I'll be thinking about you :-)

Scrapping Mommy said...

I don't understand why people are making this process more difficult. Isn't the point to make is as painless as can be? People are lucky for the way you were raised. I may have already gone seriously postal on someone.