Kiss My Tuches in Macy's Window (A Rozism)

So interesting evening had by all. Dad is still in the hospital and no one has a f**king clue why. The infectuous disease guy (a M.O.T. not surprisingly enough) has rulled out just about every nasty thing one can assume (bacterial infections, pneumonia, etc.), so tomorrow they are sending him for a PET scan so they can see if there is maybe an infection in his brain. OYYYY!!!!!

And so my mother is freaking out (nothing unusual there). The stress of starting her new job this week and my dad in the hospital is making her crack (once again nothing unusual). Tonight I had to make a pilgrimge to the local Fed-Ex Kinko's to fax, long distance, to my mother's new human resources manager, my schedule for school in the Spring and Summer, before tomorrow, in order to get me insured. Well, the asshole (which is now what I'm calling this, well, asshole, had recieved my fax 3 days ago when I asked for it, and proceeded to call my mother's home number, while she was at the hospital, to tell her that the date was cut off in the original fax. I had to spend $6 to fax 4 pages. Bastard.

In order to make the five minute drive home, I went next door to the Starbuck's ready to enhance the negative number in my bank account. The barrista guy told me that I was grey in the face and looked like I needed to pass out. He gave me a free grande caramel light frappucino with extra caramel (cancels out the light), and sent me on my way. Who said coffee snobs had no rachmunis?!