What the hell is with this bad car-ma?
Oct. 6th, 2006 01:56 amAbsolutely craptastic day... Muffler of the car starting dragging on the ground after getting back from a doctor's appointment, so I was forced to pull over after I started hearing something very loud. I ended up in front of an apartment complex, and put on my hazards even though I was in the no parking zone, but I knew the Amherst cops are understanding about stuff like this. And to top it off I ended up shutting the keys in the car looking for my AAA card. The kids in front, however, were not. They kept telling me to move, calling me "Girl!" and then shouting obscenities a 7 year old should not know. Then they started throwing stuff at the car.
Luckily by then my dad, whom I'd called, and the AAA guy showed up and fixed it enough to get it down to the brake place and get my door open, but already being mentally fragile from that day I lost it after my dad picked me up at the brake place. He can sometimes be really insensitive, since it wasn't the kids that made me upset, it was that they were piggybacking on all the other shit from that day. Also, drawing comparisons to these kids being like the ones who tortured me in elementary school doesn't help an already emotionally fragile person, kthanks. He doesn't deal well with stuff like this, though he's good with automotive stuff. Oh well.
Oh and by the way I ended up missing my psych visit because of this. Wonderful.
It should be fixed by tomorrow when I have to go to work and it was only one bolt that apparently commonly breaks on these cars, and it won't cost too much. Still, bleh. At least I have Stella comforting me (though she is sitting on the chemistry paper I need for tomorrow) and now I just need to sleep. If I need to I'll take a mental health day tomorrow, though I imagine after some sleep it'll look better.
I ask again, what did I do to deserve all this shit at once?
Luckily by then my dad, whom I'd called, and the AAA guy showed up and fixed it enough to get it down to the brake place and get my door open, but already being mentally fragile from that day I lost it after my dad picked me up at the brake place. He can sometimes be really insensitive, since it wasn't the kids that made me upset, it was that they were piggybacking on all the other shit from that day. Also, drawing comparisons to these kids being like the ones who tortured me in elementary school doesn't help an already emotionally fragile person, kthanks. He doesn't deal well with stuff like this, though he's good with automotive stuff. Oh well.
Oh and by the way I ended up missing my psych visit because of this. Wonderful.
It should be fixed by tomorrow when I have to go to work and it was only one bolt that apparently commonly breaks on these cars, and it won't cost too much. Still, bleh. At least I have Stella comforting me (though she is sitting on the chemistry paper I need for tomorrow) and now I just need to sleep. If I need to I'll take a mental health day tomorrow, though I imagine after some sleep it'll look better.
I ask again, what did I do to deserve all this shit at once?