A Disjointed Post for a Disjointed Day
Today started last night, believe it or not.
I was meeting with Stephen Minister for the first time in weeks. It's the only thing I really have to drive to, since it's a good fifteen minutes by freeway. At least. I say this only because on the freeway on the way home, some guys in the next lane were gesticulating that my tire was flat. I got off the freeway. I drove home. All the way. Very carefully.
My tire was indeed flat. Completely.
I have no AAA.
So, I pulled out the trusty donut and the jack from my trunk. I decided I could try to figure it out. Yeeeeeah, not so much. It's not that the tire was a problem. I know I could change the tire, if only I could figure out how to work the stupid jack!
I called Mike. He lives two blocks away. He works on cars for a living. He is... in Texas. Waaa.
I realized Dad was at Toastmasters at the bank on the corner. Two minutes on foot from my house. I texted him. No answer. I walked over. Yep, still there. Still in the meeting. I called Mom.
He doesn't usually get home until after 9. It'll be dark.
Rats. Then she proceeded to lecture me about many things, from the merits of buying new tires instead of affordable quality used tires, to the appropriateness (or lack thereof) of being out on foot after dark. There was also a brief grilling as to why I might be needing to only spend $25 on a tire rather than the new-tire $50 or so. Lovely conversation.
My dad did eventually get back to me. We arranged that he would put the donut on this morning.
This morning dawned an hour or two earlier than I would have liked. Shortly after Supervisor arrived, the Long Awaited Review reared its ugly head. One good thing I can say about this is I had no warning whatsoever. It came, it saw, it conquered. And yes, it conquered. I was not so happy afterward.
Not so long after that, it was lunch time. I walked home, drove my newly donutted car to the tire place in downtown, and talked to them about putting on a quality used tire.
We're out of those right now.
Oh no.
Unfortunately, the cheapest tire in stock in that size is $90.
Oh. No. *sucks teeth* Ok. Fine. *seethes*
Um, this day... not going so well, here! But at least I still had time to pick up lunch on the short walk back to work.
By the time I was back at my desk, I wanted mostly to kick inanimate objects and/or cry...
But The Boy (who needs a blog name) was online. And he reminded me that it's a counseling day. Things started to look up.
Counselor noticed me shutting down while we processed the conversation with my mom. I haven't figured out why yet.
Circumstances made today crappy. Special people made the crappy day better.
I was meeting with Stephen Minister for the first time in weeks. It's the only thing I really have to drive to, since it's a good fifteen minutes by freeway. At least. I say this only because on the freeway on the way home, some guys in the next lane were gesticulating that my tire was flat. I got off the freeway. I drove home. All the way. Very carefully.
My tire was indeed flat. Completely.
I have no AAA.
So, I pulled out the trusty donut and the jack from my trunk. I decided I could try to figure it out. Yeeeeeah, not so much. It's not that the tire was a problem. I know I could change the tire, if only I could figure out how to work the stupid jack!
I called Mike. He lives two blocks away. He works on cars for a living. He is... in Texas. Waaa.
I realized Dad was at Toastmasters at the bank on the corner. Two minutes on foot from my house. I texted him. No answer. I walked over. Yep, still there. Still in the meeting. I called Mom.
He doesn't usually get home until after 9. It'll be dark.
Rats. Then she proceeded to lecture me about many things, from the merits of buying new tires instead of affordable quality used tires, to the appropriateness (or lack thereof) of being out on foot after dark. There was also a brief grilling as to why I might be needing to only spend $25 on a tire rather than the new-tire $50 or so. Lovely conversation.
My dad did eventually get back to me. We arranged that he would put the donut on this morning.
This morning dawned an hour or two earlier than I would have liked. Shortly after Supervisor arrived, the Long Awaited Review reared its ugly head. One good thing I can say about this is I had no warning whatsoever. It came, it saw, it conquered. And yes, it conquered. I was not so happy afterward.
Not so long after that, it was lunch time. I walked home, drove my newly donutted car to the tire place in downtown, and talked to them about putting on a quality used tire.
We're out of those right now.
Oh no.
Unfortunately, the cheapest tire in stock in that size is $90.
Oh. No. *sucks teeth* Ok. Fine. *seethes*
Um, this day... not going so well, here! But at least I still had time to pick up lunch on the short walk back to work.
By the time I was back at my desk, I wanted mostly to kick inanimate objects and/or cry...
But The Boy (who needs a blog name) was online. And he reminded me that it's a counseling day. Things started to look up.
Counselor noticed me shutting down while we processed the conversation with my mom. I haven't figured out why yet.
Circumstances made today crappy. Special people made the crappy day better.
Labels: Family
posted by The Other Gatekeeper at
8:04 PM
1 Comments:
I dunno. "The Boy" works pretty well IMHO. :)
You're loved. Keep that in mind. It's rough. Lousy days make it worse. Sometimes it's hard to remember that people care about you, but they do.
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