Then the dentist's office calls and says they don't have her crown in yet. Mum's response? She makes an appointment with her stupid shrink (also in Wichita, but on the other side of town) for 3:40 and has me drive her up anyway. Around 2-ish her cell phone rings - the dentist's again.
They've got the blasted crown.
Mum now has an appointment tomorrow at 3, and I'm on hold 'til after I get those ceilings painted and finished subbing for the folks who run the motel.
I'm not happy, because I basically wasted a day where I could have had two paying jobs and have to wait even longer to get rid of those stupid teeth. Da Boss ain't happy 'cause he sees it as "Oh, she just ran off to play around instead of being a responsible employee".
One small comfort is that my copy of LOTR arrives tomorrow - even though I won't have any time to watch it for about a week or so....
Excuse me a moment... I need to strangle something.