Shoot me now. I mean it. Just shoot me now.
I have been having a sh*tty month. Almost every aspect of my life that could possibly be sh*t, is sh*t. But this week has been the icing, sprinkles and cherry on top of the sh*t cake.
Tuesday, I rear-end someone. My headlight is pushed back into my radiator and busts a mount. Cost to repair - $750. Still haven't heard from the girl I hit with her estimation.
Wednesday and Thursday, my husband lets me drive his car to work while he works from home. Yesterday afternoon, I start the car to go home and it makes a weird sound like when you have a car with power steering and turn the wheel as far to one side as it'll go - almost like a whine but not really. The car still runs, but the RPMs seem to be affected. When I get home, he goes to check it out, comes back in and says that I can't take it to work today. He'll be working from home again as well. So I call my mom to see if she can pick me up, even though it's out of her way to do so. She agrees.
So Mom picks me up at 6:30am this morning. I ask her if it'd be possible for me to "drop" her off at work and take her car down into the city. She agrees, nice Mommy that she is. To repay her kindness, I decide to stop and fill up her gas tank. Turning into the gas station, the front passenger's side tire blows. BLOWS.
No. I'm not kidding.
You may think, "Good, she was in a gas station, no problem!" right? Wrong. The guys in the service area refused to touch my car until 8am and only then if I made an appointment. I told them that I didn't want a NEW tire, just someone to put on the donut. They said no. So I called a coworker who came to do it, thankfully. Finally, he gets it changed and I am FINALLY on my way. I made it into Baltimore at 9am when I should've been here by 7:15am.
I AM SO #$%^ING TIRED OF BEING SH*T ON!!! I know everyone has rough times and all but DAMN. I have been having a variation of serious (yes, actual serious problems... this is not me being a drama queen) problems since mid-December and it just ain't quittin'. I really don't know how much of this crap I can take. Can't I catch a break SOMEHOW? Can't I have a week go by when I don't find something horrible out, or get insanely upset, or break a car???
Anyway. Just needed to vent. Sorry.
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