Yesterday SUXORed. My yesterday didn't suck as bad as Nita's yesterday, but it still sucked aplenty. First thing in the AM, I call The Boss to conduct a little bidness and he sounds weird. I ask what's wrong and he casually mentions that I've reached him in the emergency room where he's gone for excruciating lower back pain. He's fighting with doctors. They believe the pain to be a kidney stone or two and want to admit him for tests; he, on the other hand, would like a pill or a treatment to solve all health problems in one go, followed closely by regaining his freedom. He is fussed at for being on his cell phone, so he calls me from a land line to report that currently, the plan is that they will do a scan (or maybe an X-ray, I'm a little unclear on this) to determine where the stone(s) are and their size, so they'll know whether to do an ultrasound to break them up or what other treatment. The Boss is not pleased.

In the meantime, I get a fax consisting of an invoice for postal box rent from our admin assistant and a frantic note to call her ASAP if not sooner. I hang up from The Boss, call her and learn that she can't collect the mail because the Postal Service has closed the P.O. box as a consequence of us not having paid the box rent. I didn't pay the bill because I never got one (but wait there's more) - she is persistent (by which I mean annoying in epic proportions) to the post office drone who finally gives her a copy of the rent invoice. It is eventually determined that the original invoice is - guess where? - sitting in the locked no-more-access-for-you p.o. box. It was postmarked after the pay-it-or-else due date and mail delivery being what it is...so we got locked out of our box for not paying the invoice which is lying in our box which we can't retrieve because it's locked.

Well, in the meantime of all THIS, while I'm on the phone with our admin assistant, the pointy-faced troglodyte is downstairs calling me to demand that I bring down a folder of payables to her, which I don't know because (a) I've been on the phone for nearly 45 minutes at this point and hence have been unable to check my voice mail and (b) more importantly, I had an e-mail from her saying she was coming by Monday (as in 4 days from now) so I have no idea she's down there waiting, and when I finally get off the phone with our admin assistant, which takes quite some time as she wants to recap all that is wrong with the postal service, I hear about 6 voice mails in escalating nastiness from this beeyatch wondering where I am and why I won't bring the files down. Maybe because I have no idea she's down there and I've been on my phone dealing with crises since 8:58 and haven't listened to my voice mails yet. But she's mad and tries to report my obstreperous behaviour to The Boss, which she can't because he's being prevented from using his cell phone since he's in the frickin' emergency room.

That's the end of my tale of adventure; the afternoon was filled with things like bank deposits, a couple of meetings, eating a turkey sammich. However, in case anyone is worried about The Boss, it was determined that he had two kidney stones (1 per kidney) but they didn't do the ultrasound (or whatever process it is) to break them up. Instead, they gave him antibiotics and pain meds and sent him home. So he left the hospital, went to a meeting, had some lunch, and then called to tell me he was still alive.