It's been a Full Moon kind of week sans the full moon. I checked.
My hands haven't been working right, forcing me to either do without, or make new friends as I ask total strangers to open my Diet Dr Pepper bottles.
I was late to work this am, and I've pushed the wrong elevator button each and every time I've got I an elevator today.
My cellphone charger is MIA.
Tony, my Social Worker has got the nerve to join his wife in her retirement at the end of the week, so this is his Last Tuesday.
This afternoon, I had to return to my office, on the far side of the hospital, to retrieve my EDP card since I was unable to swipe Bandits paw print to pay for lunch. By the time I returned, everything was closed except the sandwich line--which was backed up. Luckily the lady pulling the salad bar became distracted so I was able to toss a salad together. Pun intended.
And it just keeps getting better. As the day progresses I am reminded that Tuesday is simply Mondays Twisted Twin.
On the bright side, I've met a lot of really nice people with fully functioning hands.