An Unfortunate Day

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I hate Mondays.

With a burning, searing, flesh-ripping passion.

First, I have to wake up to go to work sometime before 8AM. I got, like, no sleep last night, either. I'd slept all yesterday cause I was crampy and worn-out. The normal that-time-of-the-month-type things. So I didn't make it to bed until, like 1AM or so. Plus, I was hungry. And that didn't help put me to sleep.

So, I wake up, find all my shit. And me and TJ head out into the ass-coldness of Warren to take me to work. It's freezing out. That bitter cold. Ugh.

We don't let the car warm up.

Big mistake.

So we head off.

And Windy (the car is named Windy, yes) won't accelerate. Bad.

We get up to 1st St. (we live on 5th, mind you) and stop at the light. When we try to go again, she won't move. At all. She's still running and we can still push the gas and all, but she won't budge.

Then she starts smoking. Lovely. TJ thinks she might need more oil. So I go to get some out of the trunk. Only to look down and see a huge puddle of rusty brownish-red fluid. So not good. We determine (brilliant as we are) that it's not antifreeze and it's not gas. So we guess it's transmission fluid. Lovely.

So we manage to push the car backwards into a church parkinglot. With the help of some guys that stopped. Gasp. In the ghetto, you say. Yes. I was suprised. o_o

And, of course, through all of this, we managed to leave the cell phone at home.

Anyhow, we walk to the school (on 5th street) to infom the hag about what happened. She's clueless as usual. We hang there for a few, then she takes us home.

Phone's ringing. Work. Bill says to call within the hour (I don't know when the end of the hour is, but I'll call whenever) to tell him if I'll be able to come in. I don't plan on it. Not today. It's not a good day at all.

So the hag has went with someone to check on the car. She keeps saying things about pushing it home.

Oh. Hell. No.

I hate her.

I hate Mondays.

I just want to curl up under the warm blankies and go to sleep.

But I'm hungry. Yes. And we have -no- food here and $4 on us. Nowhere near enough to get someting from the corner store. So we have to wait for the hag and possibly take her craptastic car and do whatever we need to do. And I need to call my mother, cause she'll hook us up with some food.

Yeah.

Today blows.

So....yeah.

After my little rant earlier, I eventually called work. Or, what was work. Cause I talked to Kitsa and she got all bitchy with me and eventually hung up. Saying how she gave me two days this week and how it wasn't looking good already and bitchbitchbitch. And I TRIED to explain to her that OUR CAR'S TRANSMISSION FLUID WAS LEAKING AND WE COULDN'T GO ANYWHERE. I also note, that that line of text should gradually get bigger towards the end. But I am too lazy to code it. Pretend, damnit. And she asked me why didn't I call this weekend to tell her I wasn't going to be able to make it. BECAUSE IT HAPPENEND THIS MORNING, GODDAMNIT! THEN she asks why didn't I call this morning. Cause I DIDN'T HAVE MY FUCKING CELL PHONE WITH ME. And we had to WALK home. In the COLD. It was -at least- a 15 minute walk.

So, right now, I really don't give a fuck about the Mocha House or the status of my job. Because, if they want to treat me like that and be complete ASSHATS about something that was a total accident and WAS NOT planned for. Then fine. I'll just find somewhere else to work and start my three months over again.

Which blows, but I'd rather have to start over that deal with that shit.

In other news, Rosa is still trying to escape her cage. >_> But! Both her and Chii sandbathe. More than once! Yay!

Also talked to Matt this morning. That was nice.

I now feel like shit. I think I'm starting to get crampy again. Or else it's from lack of food. Bleh. :P