an update....someone pass the poison...
Yes yes, an update. Which means, none the less, that my day was
I'm horribly annoyed/depressed with a lot of things right now.
Today sucked.
Everything is breaking.
Work was pretty much awful today. I got a flat after my first delivery. Not only was it flat, but the lugnuts were so fucking tight I couldnt even budge any of them.Luckily, I was right by the Sears auto care place. So i drive my limping car over and park and go inside. I ask how much it cost to repiar a tire. $19. How long of a wait? 45-an hour (greeeeeeeeaaaaaaaattttttttttt....) So i walk back to work whilst my tire is being repaired (or so i think) and fold boxes til around 7, when i get the other driver, james, to take me to check on my car. It's on the lift when we get there. I go inside and, sure enough, it's not fixable. Theres a HUGE gash in it, looks lke i ran over a fucking knife. In any event, i ask the guy just to put my spare on since i dont have the money to buy a new tire. He does and he says he'll try and get me some money off since all he did was put the spare on...but no luck. Since he had to strip the tire off the rim to look at it to see if he COULD fix it, i still had to pay the $19...yay.
Get back to work around 8, deliver like mad.
At one point, I'm driving down oak and some old bastard thinks its a good idea to throw half a can of beer at me as i drive past...so now, since my windows were down because i NEVER anticpated this occuring, the inside of my car smells like beer.
Also, my dad just walked out angry. Most of me hopes he just doesn't come back.
...fuck my life. Pass the poison. God should stop smiting me or i'll join his ass in heaven and annoy him like he's doing to me...
-&
I'm horribly annoyed/depressed with a lot of things right now.
Today sucked.
Everything is breaking.
Work was pretty much awful today. I got a flat after my first delivery. Not only was it flat, but the lugnuts were so fucking tight I couldnt even budge any of them.Luckily, I was right by the Sears auto care place. So i drive my limping car over and park and go inside. I ask how much it cost to repiar a tire. $19. How long of a wait? 45-an hour (greeeeeeeeaaaaaaaattttttttttt....) So i walk back to work whilst my tire is being repaired (or so i think) and fold boxes til around 7, when i get the other driver, james, to take me to check on my car. It's on the lift when we get there. I go inside and, sure enough, it's not fixable. Theres a HUGE gash in it, looks lke i ran over a fucking knife. In any event, i ask the guy just to put my spare on since i dont have the money to buy a new tire. He does and he says he'll try and get me some money off since all he did was put the spare on...but no luck. Since he had to strip the tire off the rim to look at it to see if he COULD fix it, i still had to pay the $19...yay.
Get back to work around 8, deliver like mad.
At one point, I'm driving down oak and some old bastard thinks its a good idea to throw half a can of beer at me as i drive past...so now, since my windows were down because i NEVER anticpated this occuring, the inside of my car smells like beer.
Also, my dad just walked out angry. Most of me hopes he just doesn't come back.
...fuck my life. Pass the poison. God should stop smiting me or i'll join his ass in heaven and annoy him like he's doing to me...
-&