A Mountain of Molehills

So today was a parody of errors, both on my part and on the parts of others. In any case, it was all together frustrating. The email I sent from the hospital on Sunday evening after Frances and I saved my thumb drive file never arrived, though I have the sent message in my GroupWise (which doesn't keep attachments in sent mail, btw), and it was deleted from the computer to which I had saved it at work. Beautiful. I'll have to try to recreate the whole thing.

Then, I finally got around to picking up my special order shirt from the gift shop, only to then leave it behind on my unit when I left work and not realize it until I got home. I tried to get my pager fixed, but "they" (a mysterious group who apparently works "downstairs" at the hospital) couldn't find anything wrong with it, despite the fact that I have missed at least 4 pages. And then, as if the day weren't rotten enough, I received a call from my husband within 5 minutes of walking in the door that he is ill, stuck in traffic, and I'll have to go back out for my son, who, by the way, got in trouble at school because he and dad didn't manage to get his assignment folder back in his backpack this morning.

At the very least, I managed to finally get over to nursing recruitment and get the documents I need to have my school loans forgiven. Except that the last step in the process couldn't be done because the office in charge of that step closes at 4pm and I arrived at 4:05pm.

Gah!