Tried to post this late last night, but lost it in the process, sooo…

Today was one of those days that you want to slink back under the covers the minute your first big toe touches the cold, hard floor. On a normal day, I wake up to a call from Ryan. He works nights as a cop and dutifully calls me at 6:15 am to report on his night of fighting crime all over town. It is very sweet of him, really. He knows I have a difficult time waking up and can usually talk me out of my fog in only a few minutes. The next call of the morning comes with warmth and smiles from Mr. Big around 7:30 am, when we are each in our cars en route to work. (No, we do not work together.) By the time I get to work, I am usually awake, in a fairly good mood and ready to get started. This morning, however, things were different. When I awoke to my alarm clock instead of Ryan’s ring tone, I remembered - there would be no calls from Ryan or Big today. They each had the day off… how dare they! :)

On my way to work, I was slightly cheered by thoughts of my supervisor’s impressed face when I arrived early to the office. (This NEVER happens. Apparently, talking on the phone in the morning gets in the way of getting yourself ready.) These hopes were dashed, however, when I got to the office and found a large wad of yellow bubble gum smushed into the lock on the door. I stood for a moment staring at the wad hatefully, but as the other therapists arrived, I decided to go to the housekeeping office and ask for help. By the time I got back, everyone was waiting outside the door including my supervisor who, at this point, did not know I had been the first to arrive. Foiled again!

Once we were in the office everyone got their assignments and went off to start work in various parts of the hospital. Everyone, that is, except my supervisor and me. We were waiting for a phone call from our manager. As we waited, out of the corner of my eye, I noticed something moving across the floor, and I screamed, “What is THAT!?!” My supervisor jumped and moved out of the way of the largest ‘silver fish’ I have ever seen. I believe silver fish are a mutant form of centipede that only reside in Rhode Island. I don’t know what they really are, I only know –

1. they are see-through,
2. I have never seen them anywhere else,
3. they have a million legs, and
4. when you squish them, they seem to magically disappear with a poof.

My supervisor, being braver than I, immediately took off her shoe and heroically threw it directly at the thing. The shoe sliced it right in half, and each side of the thing attempted to muster all of its strength to keep on going. Sadly (for it), it was no match for my supervisor.

All this, I thought, before 8:30 am, must be a good reason to turn around, go home, and start over. While I contemplated this for several minutes, my supervisor took the phone call from our manager. Her voice brought me back out of my fog, and she gave me my assignment for the morning. I started out the door, more successful at mustering my strength than either half of the silver fish, and hoped my day would not turn out the way his had…

Here's hoping I will hear from at least one of the boys tomorrow morning and my day will start out better!