Just NOT a good beginning to spring, not at all. Woke up on Saturday the 30th with the bottom half of my face all red and swollen and itchy, like I’d had a poison-ivy facial. Went to three doctors last week, all with different opinions (allergic reaction? strep infection? bacterial infection?) and just as many pills and ointments (when you have cats, by the way, putting sticky ointment on the bottom half of your face assures you will spend the rest of the day looking like Geo. Bernard Shaw). Stayed home and had my own film festival: “A Woman’s Face,” Marked Woman," “Mask,” “Phantom of the Opera” . . .
Took a week’s sick leave but had to come back today, as I’m sure they are dying for an excuse to fire me and hire a 25-year-old at half my salary. I am still all red and blotchy-looking and itchy, can’t wear any makeup, and and for some reason, everyone here thinks that “Oh my God, you look AWFUL!” is the right thing to say.
Oh, and just for additional giggles, my local phone company (Verizon) decided to switch my long-distance carrier (MCI) from a seven-cents-a-minute plan to a thirty-cents-a-minute plan WITHOUT ASKING ME, so I got a $350 phone bill. Spent the morning on the phone with both Verizon and MCI, telling them what would happen to them and to their descendents unto the sixth generation unless they cleared this up. Also called “Jim Myers, Vice President, MCI Customer Service” and told his receptionist that he shouldn’t rubber-stamp his signature onto the phone bills unless he was willing to earn his salary by goddam talking to the customers he purports to serve.
So, have I missed anything?