I've been pretty laid back with everything (far from Bridezilla), but the drama...OH THE DRAMA! Just to give you an idea of what the end of August and beginning of September have been looking like, here's a sneak peak at the craziest 48 hours I've ever had in my life.
Within the span of 48 hours (during the blue moon, I think) I almost got skunked, had a half-naked drag queen dance dancing with their butt in my face on the subway, and had to replace two of my brand new tires because some jerk decided that there was something about my car that they didn't like. I was the only car with slashed tires in that parking lot...but as we were towing the car to the mechanic that night, there was a damaged car getting towed into the same lot and nothing but police cars on the way home. I then found myself in the lab the next day, half-crying and half-laughing, retelling my lab peers (and boss) about the insane turn my life seemed to be taking.
As if that 48 hours wasn't crazy enough for a lifetime...Flash forward to this week...and the drama is at it again! A specialist I had been trying to contact for weeks and weeks, finally emails me back 11:30pm on Friday evening to set up an appointment that was supposed to be set up in July. On top of that reagents that should have arrived in August have now been pushed back (for the third time, at least) to September 20. Had I known it was on back order (something the company failed to mention before and after our order), I would have just ordered the reagent components and made it myself a long time ago! Meanwhile, we have a new secretary who cannot yet process orders...and a backwards system of ordering things when funds in the system aren't processed yet. This translates to 3X the paperwork, half a day lost processing paperwork/quotes/emails, and another bunch of days before anything can be ordered. Needless to say, I have been eating a lot of chocolate and drinking a lot of coffee lately to deal with all of this.
Don't get me started on wedding drama. A thread where I suggested Lord of the Rings-themed entrance music for the wedding party quickly descended into chaos quicker than I thought possible. This was followed by, you guessed it, more drama. Somewhere in the middle of all of this I found myself shaking hands with the fiance, simultaneously celebrating/regretting the agreement we had just made. I got to pick the wedding song...and he got to pick the wedding reception entrance song. Let's just say he's an avid Star Wars fan.
|Image from Phineas and Ferb's "Nerds of a Feather"|
depicting the Fantasy vs Sci Fi war
Oy vey. I need some chocolate and all the help God can give me. I'll take a heaping dose of patience, and any other gift of the Holy Spirit I can get at this point. Something tells me things are only going to get worse as the big day approaches...and I am going to need all the help I can get. All I wanted was a priest, a church, and someone to marry. How did it get this crazy and straining?