I am not having a good day
This has not been my day. In fact, it reaches back into yesterday, both in the temporal sense and the conscious sense (since I am on third shift and things blend together a lot). It is a combination of idiocy and annoyance and made for a string of tedious hours.
You see, on my way to work last night I came up on a light going too fast. (I should point out that last night we got hit by a big snow storm.) Well, I started sliding through it, and didn't want to hit anyone, so I went up on the curb. When I pulled back off it the van was acting up, so I pulled off the road again. I thought maybe one of the tires was flat, but when I got out to look, I didn't notice anything wrong, and I was late for work as it was. However, it was not an easy go of things, but when I did finally get there and checked out things again, sure enough, the left rear tire was flat. I trundled into work and called my dad, arranging to get a spare in the next morning.
Now, I originally had planned to head back to Kalamazoo today, and the last two days of work we had gotten out at a decent time, but this morning we got out after 9. Then I had to call dad, wait for him to show up, tried in vain to get the bad tire off, resulting in us driving home to get an actual tire and a sledge hammer. When we got back, I kicked and hit and pried and tried to get that blasted wheel off, but it wouldn't budge. Finally, after many an effort, it was getting loose, so I pulled from the front. When it seemed like it wasn't going to budge ever BAM! I got hit in the face and cut my lip. My glasses had gone flying. I was bleeding pretty badly. Fortunately, we got the new tire on by that point and I was on my way home (but not before picking up my check, which I was able to get more or less on time for once).
Well, my joy continued on my way home. I got nearly home when the van started acting a little strangely again, but I didn't know why. By the time I did figure it out, however, it was too late to do anything about it on my own. You see, to add insult to my injury (almost quite literally), I had run out of gas.
My dad came and pushed the van to a gas station down the street, where I got some fuel and got home with ease by that point. By now it was very, very obvious that not only was I not going back to Kalamazoo (no party for me) but I wasn't going to get a good amount of sleep, either. And I didn't.
Of course, that wasn't the end. Tonight when I got dinner and set down my milk, I didn't see some candy that for some reason had been placed on the coaster, so my milk took a spill. That was fun to wipe up.
Let's just see if this all continues into tonight at work. With any luck I'll get out at a decent time so I can maybe take a nap before play practice (and I think I forgot my script in Kalamazoo, yeeha). And with any luck, if I get a little low on energy I'll do my Carol Channing and get into laughing fits.
You see, on my way to work last night I came up on a light going too fast. (I should point out that last night we got hit by a big snow storm.) Well, I started sliding through it, and didn't want to hit anyone, so I went up on the curb. When I pulled back off it the van was acting up, so I pulled off the road again. I thought maybe one of the tires was flat, but when I got out to look, I didn't notice anything wrong, and I was late for work as it was. However, it was not an easy go of things, but when I did finally get there and checked out things again, sure enough, the left rear tire was flat. I trundled into work and called my dad, arranging to get a spare in the next morning.
Now, I originally had planned to head back to Kalamazoo today, and the last two days of work we had gotten out at a decent time, but this morning we got out after 9. Then I had to call dad, wait for him to show up, tried in vain to get the bad tire off, resulting in us driving home to get an actual tire and a sledge hammer. When we got back, I kicked and hit and pried and tried to get that blasted wheel off, but it wouldn't budge. Finally, after many an effort, it was getting loose, so I pulled from the front. When it seemed like it wasn't going to budge ever BAM! I got hit in the face and cut my lip. My glasses had gone flying. I was bleeding pretty badly. Fortunately, we got the new tire on by that point and I was on my way home (but not before picking up my check, which I was able to get more or less on time for once).
Well, my joy continued on my way home. I got nearly home when the van started acting a little strangely again, but I didn't know why. By the time I did figure it out, however, it was too late to do anything about it on my own. You see, to add insult to my injury (almost quite literally), I had run out of gas.
My dad came and pushed the van to a gas station down the street, where I got some fuel and got home with ease by that point. By now it was very, very obvious that not only was I not going back to Kalamazoo (no party for me) but I wasn't going to get a good amount of sleep, either. And I didn't.
Of course, that wasn't the end. Tonight when I got dinner and set down my milk, I didn't see some candy that for some reason had been placed on the coaster, so my milk took a spill. That was fun to wipe up.
Let's just see if this all continues into tonight at work. With any luck I'll get out at a decent time so I can maybe take a nap before play practice (and I think I forgot my script in Kalamazoo, yeeha). And with any luck, if I get a little low on energy I'll do my Carol Channing and get into laughing fits.
posted by Bob. @ 21:03
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