A Comedy Goddess Post You Probably Missed

Welcome (Back?) to my “Great Posts You Probably Missed (Except for You, Mom)” bloggy fiesta. I’m in Florida right now. Wonder how the flight went. I’d say “swimmingly, I’m sure,” but a) that would be a lie and b) if it went swimmingly someone is going to have to take over this gig permanently. Anyway. The Comedy Goddess was one of my first loyal blog friends and readers. Her writing reeks of humor, intellect, and her trademark blunt honesty about living with her daughter and her aging parents. In the same house. Here is her typical day…

A typical day

I live in a very affluent town. The unofficial motto is: If you have to ask how much, you probably cannot afford it.

I am one of a few handful of curve bringer downers and I rarely interact with the many top of the curve residents. If I do, it’s when I have been hired in one of my career capacities or when I am engaged in my Professional Volunteer mode.

Yesterday, I had two PTA volunteer gigs, one Brownie troop leader mission and my long awaited appointment with an Orthopedist. This was all planned to happen between the hours of 8:00 am and 2:00pm. As this was all in town, I was not worried about logistics. I knew the really fun part would be dealing with huge egos of the other players.

The two PTA obligations went surprisingly well. Two down, two to go!

My Brownie troop is donating Gingerbread Houses to the Junior League holiday fund raiser and I needed to buy some supplies from the League. I arrived at the home of the JL representative, let’s call her Mrs. Bigfish, with whom I had already planned to meet. Instead I was greeted by her nanny who handed me the phone. Mrs. Bigfish was at the home of Mrs. Biggerfish who was not at home, and whose nanny told Mrs. Bigfish that she was not sure where Mrs. Biggerfish was. Well, since I am a Ms. Smallfish, I said I would pay for the one item I needed for my humble Brownie troop and leave the outstanding order up to the whims and fancies of the other Mrs. Bigandbiggerfishes.

Next, I was on to the long awaited and once postponed Orthopedist appointment. As I sat in the waiting room for one entire hour, I began to think about the value of time. Was my time less valuable than a Mrs. Bigfish or a Mrs. Biggerfish? How would they have handled this? I decided I would not let that Doctor talk me out of anything less than a miracle cure! The nerve! Me sitting there in pain, waiting!

When I was finally allowed in to see Dr. Quickandsmart I didn’t know if I wanted to cry or yell at him.

After reviewing my blood test results, he said you need to see a rheumatologist and I can give you a cortisone shot in the mean time. Or you can take over the counter anti-inflammatories to help manage the pain. I meekly said okay, I’ll take something and think about a shot since I am not a contestant on Dancing with the Stars, hahaha. The entire visit was a big anti-something or other.

As he left the exam room, his PA asked if he was going out with everyone at 5:30. He said rather somberly that his wife was coming home with kids because of a Junior League event. I felt like asking him if was married to Mrs. Biggerfish who had blown off so many other smaller fishes.

Labels: I am a Professional Volunteer

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