The Saga of Papa John's

I was so hungry after I posted last night that I could hardly wait for K to get home, which she did around 5, and I immediately suggested Papa John's pizza. We usually get some good, thin neighborhood pizza, but I was so hungry that I wanted the thick bready kind. The place is on the other side of town. I called, and they said I could pick it up in 20 minutes or they would deliver it in 30. I went for the delivery. There was my mistake.

The Hubs came home at 5.45 and said "Why are the two of you staring at the door?"

I called at 6.00 and the guy said "Oh, you haven't gotten that yet? It's out for delivery. Tell the guy you only have to pay half."

I called t 6.15 and he said the same thing.

And at 6.30.

I called at 6.45 and said I would be there in five minutes and I expected to have my food ready. When I got there, the guy was incredibly apologetic and was finishing up the food, so I knew it was hot and fresh. He took no money from me at all, thanked me for coming to pick it up, and said that if the delivery guy ever got there, I could keep that stuff, too. As I got out of my car in my driveway with the food, I saw the delivery guy looking around for my address, which was harder to see because it was now dark. I yelled "Don't bother; I've already got it!" and he looked pissed off and drove away. The Hubs said he hopes this guy doesn't depend on tips to pay for his chemo.

And so it's a new day. We're waiting for our first class of the day, which is late, because there's a substitute and the regular teacher didn't bother to leave in her plans that her classes are coming to the library today. That's what they told the SCM on the phone, but now they're here, and the teacher is with them and said she never got the memo that today was her orientation day. I don't know, I sent it, and then sent the corrected version, so I don't know what's up with that. The SCM has four classes today and I have two. I only have two each day because he won't be here Thursday or Friday, so it actually works out better for me that way.

Later, after lunch.

I've about had it with these orientation classes already, and I've got two more each day for the rest of the week. Yuck.

The Other Chai was not at lunch again today. I'm beginning to find this a very strange situation, and it's making me feel like all junior high school-ish. But the result is that I am not enjoying my lunch time, and let's face it, if you can't enjoy your lunch period than there's not much left. She keeps getting invited to eat with these two men, one of whom is a very old friend of both of us, and the other is someone fairly new to the staff, but a childhood friend of the first man. And this new guy may or may not be interested in the Other Chai, who is long divorced. Now, if this is what's going on, I don't want to mess it up, because he is an absolutely lovely guy and I would like nothing more for her. But hey, you know, if they're going to eat together someplace else, they couldn't ask me, too? Apparently not, because today the first guy came into the faculty room and asked me if I would give the other two the message about where they're eating today, and if anybody, he would be the one who would have to include me. So, hmmm. And it's the Other Chai who's entertaining at lunch, and if she's not there I'm just bored, and end up surrounded by people I'd rather not be with, and I just come back to the library early. I'm guessing that when we're away -- four weeks from tomorrow! -- I can ask her what's going on, but I don't know if she even knows. I mean, she'd know if they were actually dating, but I don't think it's come to that, and we're talking about two 60 year old people trying to figure out how to still flirt with each other at this point. Or maybe it's not that at all, but I don't know. I'll find out on the plane. ("So, that was a smooth take-off. What the hell's going on with you and Vincent, eh?")

And I have a sinus headache, how lovely. R is actually sick, and home from work, with a fever and everything. She had thought it was the stress of the last few weeks, finally over now that the wedding she was in is over and she came home yesterday, but she sounds awful and says she was up all night and has a fever. I have volunteered to bring her chicken soup later, and no, I'm not making it myself. I live in the land of Kosher delis, though, so I know where to get it. The only question is whether or not K wants deli food for dinner too, but I know she will, so I may just pick it up after I get my nails done later, since it's basically right next door.

My face hurts. Why do I have to stay here for another ... let's see, hour and fifteen minutes? Oh right, it's because that's what they pay me for. I remember now.

Much later. Home, home even after dinner at R's, and let me tell you, that kitten is just the cutest thing ever. Still got the sinus headache. It's late, for me. 'Night.
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