I had to check my calendar to make sure that it was, in fact, Wednesday. Is that bad?
I got to call an ambulance at work yesterday. Someone out in the plant had a seizure or a stroke or something--they weren't sure--and I happened to be in the graphic designer's office when they called her to tell her to call an ambulance. We don't even know why they didn't just call, but it may have something to do with her office being right up front, near the lobby. She called and went out front to wait, and after 10 minutes no one had shown up, so I called back and they said they had no record of her call. Not terribly reassuring. The guy was sitting up and talking when they wheeled him out, so we're hoping he's okay. But WTF, 911?
DH and I are both having midlife career angst at the same time. Time to cash in our retirement and go live on an island for a couple of years?
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