So today is my dad's birthday which is a story in and of itself because up until a few years ago he always celebrated it on July 24th. He was born at home you see in Turkey and somehow it was remembered wrong until he was applying for all kinds of licenses for the bar and had to get his official birth cert...low and behold he's a cancer, not a leo!! actually makes more sence though.
Anyway, I ordered this reclining office chair for him weeks ago and it finally shipped. So I'm tracking the thing and the info said it arrived in Vegas yesterday but no more info. I called the 800 number and they give me the Vegas wherehouse number, which I call, and they say its here but wont be delivered until the 13th. WTF! Very sweetly I talked them into letting me come pick it up. I throw Safi in the car, nap time anyway, and head clear accross town in the 110 degree weather. Following the directions google gave me agaisnt my better judgement, sure enough we hit traffic on I-15, just as my gas light came on. "Damn it! Not again!" (This similar situation happened when I just pulled into vegas from utah and I got off at the 1st exit I could which just happened to be MLK jr. blvd and D street. Uhhhhh, not the best part of vegas.)
Going on, I barely make it to the gas station and then to the wherehouse. They were nice enough but seriously this huge facillaty had maybe 20 boxes in there (so that's dumb it was going to sit there til the 13th), 2 dudes talking (one of them an older dude with the back belt thing on), and lady behind the counter. ALL SLOW! If any of you know me you know thats not my favorite gear. I get my paper, give it to the guy, and go to my truck...waiting...for him to open the gate to load the box...finally...then I painfully stand there while he feebles around with a hand truck...then a front loader thing...ahhhhh! Me and another person could have easily lifted it in (infact thats how I unloaded it with my neighbor). So, I head home A DIFERENT WAY, and get there much faster, thank goodness safi takes act 2 of her nap and even survives the transition into the house because...looking at the box I realise... Some Assembly is Required!
Life iSAR'd (translation for the slow...life is hard)
Seems to me my day has been reflective of life: you plan ahead but sometimes things don't workout timewise delivered to your doorstep even though you've done your part. So you've got to work the system to your advantage, be kind and patient with ding dongs along the way, follow your own intuition at times against the given direction,and even then, put some elbow grease into it. Then, at the end of the day, a shower, good food, a well rested toddler, and making a loved one happy is reward enough :)
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