Suburban Saturdays are ruining my life!

Good late morning to you all!  While I appreciate being awake early, and not being over hung, over tired, over stimulated, whatever, I sort of miss that too, because at least those were all signs of a life lived in excess!  If we all have the potential to die at anytime, why take it easy?  So, this waiting game of sobriety and missed therapy is really getting old.  Thursday we heard from our caseworker that some paperwork had to go through, and it could be as soon as Thursday night, or as long as Monday, but we would be in touch along the way.  Yesterday, silence.  Today, is Saturday, silent silent Saturday.  We did hear back from the fabulous doctor who did the psychological last week, she expedited her findings and actually submitted the preliminary report both after hours, and into her weekend.  Hooray.  I found one person who will do her job when it's really important.  The results were what we expected, and then some.  So, I forwarded them along to a supervisor and texted the 2 fabulous FAD Workers that they really need to check their emails and get the ball rolling.  My next thought is that I will just call the RTC myself and see what needs to be done, then drive up to the FAD office and stand there and supervise.  Try ignoring me while I am sitting on your lap saying, "is it done yet?" over and over again.  What about security, you may ask?  I will bribe them with sandwiches and coffee.  See, putty in my hands!  Muah ha ha ha ha.  Guess I should have been watching Skyler rather than updating this, seeing as all hell broke loose.  Gotta go.