Zach called me at noon today to tell me that my stage check wasn’t going to be today afterall. It’s supposedly tomorrow at 3pm. I’m not going to hold my breath.

Joanna says that I’ve given her my allergies, so it’s probably a cold. She’s probably right. I felt worse today. I spent most of the day reading.

This endless game of hurry up and wait drives me crazy. I work like crazy for a week, only so they can dawdle about scheduling my stage checks. I haven’t done anything since Friday.