I think this is becoming a forum for me to complain, and not so much for me to share my thoughts and wisdom with the world. I think this picture of me sums up my week. Yes, I realize it's only Tuesday night, but it's already been the week from hell. It actually all started last week with the 2nd of two, glorious snow storms.
After the car got high-centered at the park, and Zak and I dug it out, I didn't want anything to do with it the next day, so Odum drove us to work. When I got home, I was informed that I had a flat tire. Fabulous, I know. My parents were out of town for the next three days so I took my mom's car to work for the remainder of the week. On Saturday, I took my car to get new tires and have the "check engine" light looked at. The guy at the tire place got my tires off and then figured out he ordered the wrong size tires, so he sent me on my merry way with a set of loaner wheels until Monday. From there, I had the check engine light looked at and found out everything is fine. It came on because the tires were spinning out of control when it was high-centered last week. (Can I tell you, by the way, that the service writer at the car place is totally cute? My dad sends me to see him every time I go in, and he's just so damn cute)! Anyway, I was on my way to Auri's on Saturday night and hit about 60mph on the freeway and the steering wheel began to shake uncontrollably. I came to the conclusion I couldn't go over about 58mph or the front end was going to get jacked up. So I took the car in Monday after work when they said they'd have the wheels ready to go, (keep in mind that I had my dad call the guy to tell him I was on my way and the guy said he was waiting for me) and when I got there, they told me they ordered the wrong size tires, AGAIN!!! So I was back on my merry way, though it wasn't so merry. I was extremely close to either ramming my car into a snowbank, or rallying the car before I gave them the tires back and told them to shove them. Luckily I refrained from killing myself, or anyone else, and got home safely.
Earlier yesterday I had called my mom to say hi, only to find out my poor mom had been cleaning up doggy diarrhea all morning, her brand new washer flooded the laundry room, and she had to take the dog to the vet. In addition to this, my uncle's mom is in a nursing home and isn't doing too well, so things are just shitty around my house this week. When I got home, we both cried a little, got some dinner, and came home and layed on the couch. We're better today (and so is the dog).
I had to take off early again from work today and drive back to 10600 South, from 100 South, to go get my tires. I had a call earlier this afternoon stating that they were mounted and ready to go. All I had to do was drive 106 blocks on the freeway in stop and go traffic at rush hour to go get them. Fun, huh? Sorry for the venting, but it seems to help when I get it out.
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