That Was Weird

So there I was yesterday evening, watching TV, when I got one of those text reminders from MyChart about a doctor's appointment on April 30th.  

"April 30th!"  I exclaimed.  "I thought my appointment was May 5th."  

I went and checked the appointment card I had on my refrigerator, and sure enough, it said May 5th.  I decided to ignore the text and told myself I'd call Monday (as in today as I type this) and verify the correct date.  

A few moments later, I opened my computer to check e-mail and saw one from, you guessed it, MyChart again asking me to confirm my appointment for April 30th.  And again, I ignored it since I was intending to call and confirm.  But shortly after that, the phone rang.  

It was one of those robocall things from the doctor's office asking me yet again to confirm my appointment.  This time, I went through the process of cancelling it, and told myself I must have gotten the dates mixed up, and I'd call and reschedule it as soon as I got home from work.  

After a long day in the factory -- more about that in a moment-- I came home and called the clinic. "I need to reschedule my appointment," I told the receptionist.  "You mean the one you have on May 5th?" she replied. 

"Oh?  It is May 5th?" I exclaimed.  Then I told her about the e-mail and text I'd gotten, then said, "If the appointment is May 5th, then that's perfect.  I don't need to reschedule."  She confirmed that it was, I thanked her, and hung up, thinking that was so weird.  

Now I wonder whose appointment was April 30th and if that person will show up and discover it had been cancelled. 

You want to hear something else that's weird?  

I ordered something on Amazon the other day, and the confirmation email...well, see for yourself. 

 Um, what exactly do you think I ordered that needs to be hidden for privacy?  I'll let you stew on that, then I'll show you when it gets here Wednesday. 

And finally, there is a new policy out at work that started today.  The supervisors have to dress up now.  No more blue jeans and t-shirts, and no more ball caps.  I think that's the first time I've ever seen Uncle Supervisor without a cap on his head.  I almost didn't recognize him.  

Demi-god said the policy came down from HRH -- which does not stand for her royal highness, but rather Human Resources director from Hell -- and Supervisor Apollo (because he thinks the sun rises and sets in himself) didn't even come to work today.  Demi-god said he had to go out and buy some new clothes, but I said maybe he's got a bald spot and is going out getting hair plugs.  

I don't actually know if he's got a bald spot, because I can't even remember the last time I saw him without a cap.  

But you know who they didn't tell about the new policy?  The ones who aren't really supervisors no matter how badly they want to be.  Yep, I'm talking about Stalker.  He showed up in faded jeans and a t-shirt.  I said to a coworker he's probably going to run out and buy some slacks and polo shirts this evening and wear them tomorrow.  

Now, if you'll excuse me, I think I'll go take a shower, then knit a bit while watching some TV.  

Laters.

P.S.  Does anyone really read my posts, or are you all just liking the links on FB and moving on?