Mission 1: Get a haircut.
I dropped in thinking I might get lucky, or at worst make an appointment for later today. "How's Tuesday at 1:00p.m.?", the helpful man asks me. I tell him that I'll only be able to make it during the weekend.
He took my cell number and I'm on a waiting list to get a haircut. A waiting list!
Mission 2: Pick up package at Post Office.
Last Monday, there was a slip in my mailbox informing me that they had tried to deliver a package, but no one was home. The package would be held at the Post Office. (Yay! Amazon!)
So, I walk up the the "packge pickup" window and there's a sign that says, "Window 6 is closed. Please proceed to the regular postal windows." So I get in line behind 15 or so people and wait. It actually wasn't too bad. The line seemed to move at lightning speed. (at least by Post Office standards.) I get to the front of the line and hand in my slip and I.D. to the helpful Postal Worker behind the 3 inches of blast-proof plexi. She looks at the slip like maybe I've pissed on it and informs me that "Package pick-ups are at Window 6". I inform her about the sign at window 6 and she leads me over there. Clearly I must be lying. When we arrive at window 6, she pulls down the sign and says, "Window 6 is open", and hollers for someone in the back. I said, "I terribly sorry I know how to read. I won't do it again."
That got a laugh from the folks in line.
Oh, and Shawn's books have actually been pulled off my shelves and placed in a box. I didn't actually write any address on the box or take them with me to the Post Office this morning, but hey, they're getting much closer to traveling. I suck. And as long as we're digressing, Michelle, are we trying the movie thing again this weekend? (GF and I are going to see The Dark Knight either later today or tomorrow.)
Mission 3: Buy a light bulb.
The fluorescent light over the kitchen sink burned out. Easy-Peasy...stop in at the hardware store and pick up an 18" bulb. The girl behind the counter put it in a bag for me. Message to the girl at the hardware store.
Mission 4: Buy food for the kittens.
I take my purchase up to the counter at the pet food store. This store is practically across the street, so I'm a regular there. As she rings up the kitty food, she says, "Have you always had kittens?" After a moment of dumbstruck staring, I said, "Yes, I toss them out every 8 or 9 months and start over again."
Update: Things are looking up. I just got a phone call and was informed that I could come get my hair cut at 12:45. WooHoo!