It wasn’t when I stopped at the mailroom hoping to be able to pick up all of our held mail – and the window was open. It wasn’t when I drove through the HMEDDAC Caserne and saw very few cars in the parking lots. It was when my cell phone rang and I pulled over to answer it.
Then I called work because I was running late only to find out that it was a training holiday. Well – DUH! No wonder the mailroom window was open; they do that from 0800-1200 on training holidays. Plus this was the obvious explanation for both the lack of vehicle and pedestrian traffic on the Caserne; all the clinics were closed.
Turning around, I drove back to the Caserne and used a computer in the PM Building for the next several hours in order to get caught up. By the time that 258 emails turned into 152 to be filed and most of the rest in the trash and I had seen a number of patients it was 1530. Heading back over to the mailroom to find it dark, the other shoe dropped.
I knew this. On training holidays the mailroom is open in the morning; a time that it is normally closed. Then it closes for the rest of the day. Period. There are no afternoon hours. I had stayed to 1530 on a day off – the day after returning from China because?
Packing my slow brain into the car I drove home, making it as far as the terrace with my packages before the temptation became too great.
See how pretty my bathroom looks?
All that remains are the shower stall doors/walls and the light fixture over the sink. Oh, yes, and negotiating where (not here) my DH is going to put this tile he bought in China.