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this has been a most sucky day, right from last night.
I leave work, get in my car, turn the key... "clickclickclickclick" Just like last Friday. At least this time I knew a jump start wouldn't do it, I'd have to get a push and do a rolling start, and I got a co-worker to help me instead of calling![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
eor. As I have never roll-started a car I did the pushing part. It's a light car (Chevy Metro). Said co-worker (AS) followed me home to make sure I got there okay, and then discussed with me what the problem was. The dealership charged me $435 to fix this problem last Saturday, so I was pissed. Then, stupid me, I had parked in the driveway. We live on a one-way street which goes uphill. Eor had to come out and roll start it backward, backing out into the one-way street, then find a place to park on a cross-street that's level.
This morning he had to be at work at 6AM, so in order to have someone to help me start the car I needed to get up at the same time. I had very little gas in it, so needed to go directly to the dealership and turn it off and sit in the car in the early morning darkness, getting colder and colder. Luckily it's actually very warm for this time of year. I didn't park right in front of the doors because they had trucks in there which they obviously meant to bring out through those doors, and given that the car won't start I didn't want to be in the way. Soon after they got the trucks out, though, another woman drove up and parked in front of the door. I got out and explained to her the situation, and she kindly helped me push the car up to the doors and let me sit in her car and get warm. Being grateful for her kindness, I probably should not say that she listened to country music and her car smelled like poverty, but those are the facts. By the time the dealership opened there were four women lined up, and one guy. He looked around the waiting room and decided to go somewhere else, and the other ladies sat and talked about knitting while I read "Gay Short Fiction." (Yes it's an actual book, an anthology by gay authors. So far I'm not that impressed with it, I'm often like that about lifestyle themed works.) At least the dealership did the work for free, as they had not done it right last week. By the time I got back home to start my errands it was 8AM.
I looked at my errands list and thought "Two hours, max. Not including time for breakfast. I'll be done by 10AM. 11 at the latest." But by this time I was very hungry. I decided to go to the hardware store, because they would be open. On the way I thought I should get the car gassed up. Then I realized I didn't have the gas card I was supposed to use (it has $10 on it). So I went to the hardware store, and back home for the gas card. Somehow by this time it was 8:45. So I thought I'd go get the car gassed up and have breakfast, then go to the bank. Somehow by the time I got to the bank it was 9AM, but I didn't have the account number to deposit the check to. Had the check. Grr. Had breakfast. That was amazingly delicious (omlet, bacon and french fries - :9 And a big big coffee!) Went to gas up the car. The gas card wouldn't work. Okay, paid in cash. Went home, got the bank account number. Back to the bank and deposit the check. Then to grocery shopping. Er, where's my shopping list? Did I drop it somewhere? I know I had it. Back home for the shopping list. Back to the grocery store. Shop Shop Shop. Another cup of coffee. Back home and put the groceries away. I forgot to get a box for this Christmas present that needs to be sent out. Argh. Back out again. How could it be 1PM already?? Where does one find a box? I go to Mailboxes Etc. They are gone. Just gone. I didn't get close enough to read the sign, it was obvious they weren't there. Fine. Back to the grocery store on the off chance... nope. The Post Office. Nope. Erm.... Kinko's copies. Nope, they don't sell boxes. "Try the UPS Store," says the Kinko's guy. "It's where Mailboxes Etc used to be." Well, I didn't want to argue with him, but I knew it wasn't. But back there, anyhow, and the sign says "Moved to 211 Marginal Way." Marginal Way has NO visible street numbers, so I wandered down until I thought I should pull in and ask what number I was at, and realized I was in the parking lot of a place that had signs in the windows about UPS shipping. Oh. The UPS Store. *blink*
Then I nearly got hit by an SUV which suddenly decided to go left from the center lane, seemingly not noticing my tiny car's existance. That would have just topped off my day.
So now it's 2:30 and I still have all my household chores ahead of me - dishes, look for Christmas cards, sort old cassett tapes and throw out some, clean the old books, sort the papers Mom left here, bag up the books and remaining cassett tapes and some old clothes for Goodwill.
I wonder if I'll have time for a nap before the party upstairs starts at 10PM? *blink*
Oh, and "Do The Hustle" really must be ranked up there with the most obnoxious songs of all time. I need to put on some music to work by and drive this out of my head.
I leave work, get in my car, turn the key... "clickclickclickclick" Just like last Friday. At least this time I knew a jump start wouldn't do it, I'd have to get a push and do a rolling start, and I got a co-worker to help me instead of calling
eor. As I have never roll-started a car I did the pushing part. It's a light car (Chevy Metro). Said co-worker (AS) followed me home to make sure I got there okay, and then discussed with me what the problem was. The dealership charged me $435 to fix this problem last Saturday, so I was pissed. Then, stupid me, I had parked in the driveway. We live on a one-way street which goes uphill. Eor had to come out and roll start it backward, backing out into the one-way street, then find a place to park on a cross-street that's level. This morning he had to be at work at 6AM, so in order to have someone to help me start the car I needed to get up at the same time. I had very little gas in it, so needed to go directly to the dealership and turn it off and sit in the car in the early morning darkness, getting colder and colder. Luckily it's actually very warm for this time of year. I didn't park right in front of the doors because they had trucks in there which they obviously meant to bring out through those doors, and given that the car won't start I didn't want to be in the way. Soon after they got the trucks out, though, another woman drove up and parked in front of the door. I got out and explained to her the situation, and she kindly helped me push the car up to the doors and let me sit in her car and get warm. Being grateful for her kindness, I probably should not say that she listened to country music and her car smelled like poverty, but those are the facts. By the time the dealership opened there were four women lined up, and one guy. He looked around the waiting room and decided to go somewhere else, and the other ladies sat and talked about knitting while I read "Gay Short Fiction." (Yes it's an actual book, an anthology by gay authors. So far I'm not that impressed with it, I'm often like that about lifestyle themed works.) At least the dealership did the work for free, as they had not done it right last week. By the time I got back home to start my errands it was 8AM.
I looked at my errands list and thought "Two hours, max. Not including time for breakfast. I'll be done by 10AM. 11 at the latest." But by this time I was very hungry. I decided to go to the hardware store, because they would be open. On the way I thought I should get the car gassed up. Then I realized I didn't have the gas card I was supposed to use (it has $10 on it). So I went to the hardware store, and back home for the gas card. Somehow by this time it was 8:45. So I thought I'd go get the car gassed up and have breakfast, then go to the bank. Somehow by the time I got to the bank it was 9AM, but I didn't have the account number to deposit the check to. Had the check. Grr. Had breakfast. That was amazingly delicious (omlet, bacon and french fries - :9 And a big big coffee!) Went to gas up the car. The gas card wouldn't work. Okay, paid in cash. Went home, got the bank account number. Back to the bank and deposit the check. Then to grocery shopping. Er, where's my shopping list? Did I drop it somewhere? I know I had it. Back home for the shopping list. Back to the grocery store. Shop Shop Shop. Another cup of coffee. Back home and put the groceries away. I forgot to get a box for this Christmas present that needs to be sent out. Argh. Back out again. How could it be 1PM already?? Where does one find a box? I go to Mailboxes Etc. They are gone. Just gone. I didn't get close enough to read the sign, it was obvious they weren't there. Fine. Back to the grocery store on the off chance... nope. The Post Office. Nope. Erm.... Kinko's copies. Nope, they don't sell boxes. "Try the UPS Store," says the Kinko's guy. "It's where Mailboxes Etc used to be." Well, I didn't want to argue with him, but I knew it wasn't. But back there, anyhow, and the sign says "Moved to 211 Marginal Way." Marginal Way has NO visible street numbers, so I wandered down until I thought I should pull in and ask what number I was at, and realized I was in the parking lot of a place that had signs in the windows about UPS shipping. Oh. The UPS Store. *blink*
Then I nearly got hit by an SUV which suddenly decided to go left from the center lane, seemingly not noticing my tiny car's existance. That would have just topped off my day.
So now it's 2:30 and I still have all my household chores ahead of me - dishes, look for Christmas cards, sort old cassett tapes and throw out some, clean the old books, sort the papers Mom left here, bag up the books and remaining cassett tapes and some old clothes for Goodwill.
I wonder if I'll have time for a nap before the party upstairs starts at 10PM? *blink*
Oh, and "Do The Hustle" really must be ranked up there with the most obnoxious songs of all time. I need to put on some music to work by and drive this out of my head.
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