Intuition Sucks

Intuition sucks the most when it's right. Starting tuesday this week we were supposed to have some in-home care for my grandmother, two days a week for four hours each day. That's admittedly not a lot, but it would give my father and myself at least a little time out of the house without her. Tuesday the nurse came out for the first time, on what she called a "get-accquainted visit", where she only stayed briefly (13 minutes) and met with my grandmother, my father, and myself and learned where things were in the house. She also talked with us about our plans for Thanksgiving, because it would fall on the thursday of the following week and she wanted to know if we were interested in changing that visit to another day. Today she was supposed to be back, for a full four hour visit this time. She wasn't. About a half an hour after she was supposed to be here, my father calls the company she works for. Turns out she quit, she got a better job elsewhere, and she WAS supposed to be out for the full four hours on tuesday, not for a thirteen minute visit. The company is now working to find another person to send out for us. So we're back to square one again, it seems. I knew I had a bad feeling about this stuff for a reason...