A conversation

"Name of company I'm temping for today, may I help you?"
"Yes, this is Jane Doe."
Pause.
"May I help you?"
"This is Jane Doe." (More insistent this time.)
"Who are you looking for, please?"
"The person who paged me?" (Duh.)
"Do you know who that might have been? Are you working with anyone here?"
"I have no idea." (She then mentions a possibility which is of no help at all, which I can't say here because it's too confidential.)
"I'm sorry, ma'am, I don't know who paged you." I lost my powers of mind reading in the car accident.
"Well, you were no help."
Click.

Dear Lord Jesus, please help me get through this day without yelling... again. (Yes, I yelled earlier this morning. It was a quiet yell which nobody could hear, but I yelled.) I can feel a cold and other bad things coming, and I just need your gracious help to make it until 5:00. Well, until I get home. Well, until after the homeowner's association business meeting. Okay, Jesus, help me make it until about 7. That's when I'm going to sleep. Thank you, Father.

Thank you, Rob, for just sending me a text message which made me laugh so hard (quietly) that tears came out. Laughter really is the best medicine. I'm already feeling better.

I promise, y'all, nothing but positive posts for the rest of the day. Maybe I should do a list of things I'm thankful for, like the Dictator Princess does every day.

Let's start: I'm thankful for this: State-Funded Viagra May Be Banned from Sex Offenders

I'm thankful that I wasn't in a wreck this morning.
I'm thankful that Quizno's has such tasty vegetarian options. Double cheese melt, extra tomato, lettuce, and guacamole. What DOESN'T taste good with guacamole?
I'm thankful that my job is so close to Rainbow Whole Foods, the closest thing to a Whole Foods that Jackson may ever have.
I'm thankful that Rainbow Whole Foods carries soy yogurt. All the lactose intolerants in the house throw your hands up.
I'm thankful that I've gotten my blood sugar so under control that I can have a cookie every once in a while. Did y'all know that at the beginning of 2003, my blood sugar was 391? The highest it should ever be is 120. If you cut me, I bled jam.
I'm thankful that God has given me such a heart for animals that I'm willing to be late for work and have dirty pants for them. I'm glad in general that God has placed innocent beings on my heart in a higher position than almost anything else. Including my favorite pair of khakis.

Don't worry, people, I'm thankful for a lot of other things. I just don't have time to write them ALL.