Alright...so, Life Sucks....
I need pancakes...
Still need to find a job, I've sent out an asswack of resumes and nobody's called me back. So that's no fun....
Then Saturday afternoon just to make matters worse, my damned car died on the side of the interstate just as I was merging into traffic...so now I've spent the last two days in and out of the auto-body shop and the most consistent answer I can really get is that my car is possessed. None of the symptoms for what's wrong seem to be staying the same....gotta love car troubles...
And then this morning to make matters even worse, I get a phone call at 7:30 in the morning from my mother telling me my grandfather finally died and she wants me to fly out and attend the funeral. Now, I flew out in March and said my final goodbyes to him then (he's been fighting cancer for 4 yrs now and we knew it'd happen soon) and the lowest plane ticket I could find was for just shy of $600....so now I have to break it to my mom that I can't come because I just can't spend that much money when I've got no job and a stupid demonic car to fix. So now I'm just mentally preparing myself for the inevitable guilt trip, and since she's irish catholic she's damn near turned that into an art form....
I need pancakes...
Still need to find a job, I've sent out an asswack of resumes and nobody's called me back. So that's no fun....
Then Saturday afternoon just to make matters worse, my damned car died on the side of the interstate just as I was merging into traffic...so now I've spent the last two days in and out of the auto-body shop and the most consistent answer I can really get is that my car is possessed. None of the symptoms for what's wrong seem to be staying the same....gotta love car troubles...
And then this morning to make matters even worse, I get a phone call at 7:30 in the morning from my mother telling me my grandfather finally died and she wants me to fly out and attend the funeral. Now, I flew out in March and said my final goodbyes to him then (he's been fighting cancer for 4 yrs now and we knew it'd happen soon) and the lowest plane ticket I could find was for just shy of $600....so now I have to break it to my mom that I can't come because I just can't spend that much money when I've got no job and a stupid demonic car to fix. So now I'm just mentally preparing myself for the inevitable guilt trip, and since she's irish catholic she's damn near turned that into an art form....
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anticus:
Thank you sir. And hang in there - sounds trite, but things will get better for you.
strangekitty:
thanks