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So, Saturday morning rolls around, and I didn’t get much sleep because my feet were hot and felt like they had a headache. I wake up at 9, since my internal clock said “Fuck that extra hour that you had your actual alarm set at”, and decide to take out the trash. Trash Day here is on Wednesdays and Saturdays, neither of which I normally make. Oh, I have the forethought to take the trash out, get it together, etc. I just don’t take the initiative to do it the night before, because I’m “too tired.” This Saturday, I seized the opportunity to get the three bags that have accumulated, out on the curb. Continue reading
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*Deep breath* You know how when you’re having a totally bad day, I mean a REALLY bad day, how the last thing you want to hear is some smart-ass comment? Well, let me tell you about my Friday.
First off, to set the scene, my car is in the shop AGAIN (and yes, to the same incompetent Dodge dealership, because it’s still under warranty), for the exact same thing I took it in for about a year and a half ago: it’s leaks when it rains. As a result, my driver’s side floorboard gets SOAKED. I’m talking two, thick terry cloth towels-soaked. Then, whenever I arrive anywhere, the bottom of my pants are wet and it looks just lovely. So, I take the car in, a day EARLY (as suggested by Don Davis Dumbass, so the “technicians” can get started on it “FIRST THING in the morning”) and he tells me “3 days, maybe sooner.” I take a deep breath and think “right, fucker” and go home. I go home because I lucked out and caught the one person I know who can give me a fuckin’ ride (remember this part, it becomes an ongoing theme). I’d already made plans with work to be MIA for 3 days, so they made the schedule accordingly. Continue reading