Its amazing the difference a day (or maybe 12 hours) makes. It took me well over 2 hours to get home last night in the snow. This morning, I woke up anticipating either another long drive or another snow day (fingers crossed). Unfortunately the plows must have been out from the minute I got home because the roads were absolutely clear. On top of that, alot of people must have either taken the day off or taken transit instead because traffic was incredibly lighter than usual.

I'm kind of glad I did make it into work today because I got to see another moment of immense retardedness from our stupid receptionist. A few weeks ago, she was whining and moaning that she had to go to the hospital for a check-up on whatever the hell was wrong with her eye. She was bitching that she couldn't drive herself because they might have to do more laser surgery, and she didn't want to take a cab because it would somehow cost $25 each way. So of course she asked me, and as much as the voice in my head was screaming at me to say 'hell no', I felt a little guilty about mocking her eye problems before I found out that it actually was semi-serious, so I agreed. However as luck would have it, the day I was supposed to drive her I stayed home planning on going to get my finger checked out (I never did, though I should since it still hurts almost a month later). So of course she suckered the girl in our office to do it.

So today I'm sitting there doing my thing while she's been on the phone for probably about half an hour. Suddenly she asks me if I think it would be better if she made her appointment to go for a check-up in the morning or the afternoon. 'What difference does it make?' I replied, mostly since even when she is there she's next to useless so the time of day she's gone doesn't seem to matter. 'Oh, well I wouldn't want to disrupt [office girl's] day too much.' Mmmmmhmmmm. So she drove you once out of pity, since I wasn't there, now she's your personal ambulance? 'What does that have to do with her?' I ask, knowing that she hadn't mentioned this previously. 'Oh, well she was nice enough to do it before...I wouldn't want to impose too much' You don't want to impose??? You're already asssuming she'll fucking drive you without even asking her. Plus, I think she might have Alzheimers and have forgotten that it was actually me who originally agreed to take her sorry ass. 'Why does she need to drive you?' I ask, knowing perfectly well that she wants a drive since she's too fucking cheap to take a cab. 'Oh, well she did it before, and to take a taxi is $25 each way....'.

Whoever she was on the phone with must have come back on the line so there was no futher discussion thankfully. But then I got to thinking, I'm at King & Spadina and the hospital is at Bathurst & Dundas. I could walk there in about 20 minutes, how the hell could a taxi cost $25 one way? There's no way. At most if there was bad traffic it could be $10. We're only talking 7 or 8 blocks here. Therefore I have concluded that she is unbelievably cheap. I find that pretty disgusting that she would play on people's sympathies and pity to save her self at most, $20.