lousy weekend

I just feel like venting. This has been a LOUSY weekend! On Thursday I got a voice message from my doctor's office saying they wanted to talk to me for a bit about a routine test I got at a checkup last week. The doctor had told me that they would only contact me if something was unusual. I got the message after the office was closed on Thursday, and the office won't open 'til Tuesday. So I've got a few more days to wonder what's wrong. On Friday I was asked out at work by a creepy man twice my age, and after I declined, he sent me an email asking if we can be friends, then. There's something really "off" about him. Ick. Then later that night I unknowingly dropped my cell phone in a parking lot, and by the time I found it, it had been run over :(. The huge blessing is that my brother-in-law had an old phone and charger he was willing to part with, so I was able to transfer my phone number and contacts over to the functioning phone (but not until after 2 trips to the cell phone store and ill-fatedly dropping the new phone in the snow at the library... argh!!! Took me an hour to find it!). Thank you, bro-in-law! It's amazing how indespensible luxuries become... After a weekend of wondering why non-demented boys don't seem to be attracted to me, I got to be in an awkward situation on Sunday, too. A non-demented boy I recently expressed interested in (and never heard back from, then a few weeks later when he showed up to a party cuddling with his new girlfriend... it's not like he wronged me or anything, but it was embarrassing to find out in that way why he'd ignored me) wound up on the same table at Linger Longer after church. That would have been OK, except that a girl at the table was asking him for boy advice... particularly "if a girl expresses interest in you and you like her, how long until you call her back?" Not an answer I particularly wanted to hear. Then they went on for another 10 minutes talking about all the awesome things he did with his girlfriend on Valentine's Day. I tried to get in on the conversation next to me, but it consisted mainly of inside jokes. I guess I could have put down the sandwich I was eating and left the table, but that would have attracted the attention of everyone at the table. Anyway. It was a Terrible-Horrible-No-Good-Very-Bad day, and I just want to move to Australia! Right now! (OK, Nashville, actually...)