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I came home and fell over and was sinking deep into an end-of-the-week coma when the phone rang. I told the phone I hated it, but answered anyway.
It was my sister, calling to let me know that I was going to have guests. I've been designated the B&B for travelers from Atqasuk to Barrow, and three of them were on the way.
So I dragged myself up and started cleaning. The phone rang again. I just glared this time, and answered. It was one of my guests, who started lying about how many they were (17) and how they were really allergic to cats so I'd better clean good. He's a friend of the family so I let it go, but I was not in the mood.
I set about hiding all proof that I was an organic being that dirtied laundry and used the bathroom for more than the mirrors, and then had a minor dizzy spell that left me with a headache and bad case of the crankies. I had just worked myself into a good fit of crazy over that and the phone rings AGAIN.
It was my other sister, all perky and 'Wassuuuuup?' I was rude, but I did answer the question. She wisely decided to leave me alone, and I said something like "Yeah, you BETTER run!" and hung up.
So now the place is decently clean and I've settled down. And they aren't here. And because that's the way my brain works, I get all paranoid that maybe my sister called my Mom to tell them not to come because I was clearly deranged and now they're huddled in the airport vending machine room with nowhere to sleep. Which would add guilt to my crazies, and mean I had let myself go this crazy (and clean) over nothing, and I would end up with a stiff-lipped 'I would never force you to be hospitable or helpful to anyone' lecture at some later date.
Just thinking about that makes my eye twitch. I have dared the phone to ring again, and I just hope they get here soon so I can go to sleep. I'm supposed to work tomorrow too. There's an inservice on a testing procedure that my grade level doesn't even use, but they expect me to sit there and learn about it for 8 hours on a day off anyway.
Y'know what? I'm calling in sick right now.
It was my sister, calling to let me know that I was going to have guests. I've been designated the B&B for travelers from Atqasuk to Barrow, and three of them were on the way.
So I dragged myself up and started cleaning. The phone rang again. I just glared this time, and answered. It was one of my guests, who started lying about how many they were (17) and how they were really allergic to cats so I'd better clean good. He's a friend of the family so I let it go, but I was not in the mood.
I set about hiding all proof that I was an organic being that dirtied laundry and used the bathroom for more than the mirrors, and then had a minor dizzy spell that left me with a headache and bad case of the crankies. I had just worked myself into a good fit of crazy over that and the phone rings AGAIN.
It was my other sister, all perky and 'Wassuuuuup?' I was rude, but I did answer the question. She wisely decided to leave me alone, and I said something like "Yeah, you BETTER run!" and hung up.
So now the place is decently clean and I've settled down. And they aren't here. And because that's the way my brain works, I get all paranoid that maybe my sister called my Mom to tell them not to come because I was clearly deranged and now they're huddled in the airport vending machine room with nowhere to sleep. Which would add guilt to my crazies, and mean I had let myself go this crazy (and clean) over nothing, and I would end up with a stiff-lipped 'I would never force you to be hospitable or helpful to anyone' lecture at some later date.
Just thinking about that makes my eye twitch. I have dared the phone to ring again, and I just hope they get here soon so I can go to sleep. I'm supposed to work tomorrow too. There's an inservice on a testing procedure that my grade level doesn't even use, but they expect me to sit there and learn about it for 8 hours on a day off anyway.
Y'know what? I'm calling in sick right now.
