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I came home Monday from work to arrive at the same time as the roommate. I pulled out my house key to unlock the door, but it wasn't working for some reason. When I realized why it wasn't working, I stopped to look at her a moment and then said, "Well, I guess I gave [2nd job] my house key by accident instead of the building key, since they're shaped the same, and now you can guess why I had to give them back the key."
( 2nd job stuff )
I other news, I had a Friday birthday (6/29) which involved working both jobs, drinking a fish (not my best moment in life), riding a couple rides at Six Flags, and then helping my overheated roommate get home. The next day (6/30) I spent with a couple friends at an estate sale, a nice lunch, and a parking lot incident in which a person opened their car door into my car with such force and such perfect timing as I was pulling into the parking space that their door wedged itself between the front quarter panel and my door. I actually had to back up an inch or two in order to get it unwedged. Then I couldn't open my door more than a couple inches, so I had to crawl over the center console to get out of my car. The driver/owner of that car refused to exchange insurance information with me, so we had to involve the police, and she still insists her passenger's door was already open when I entered the parking space, and stated so quite argumentatively with my insurance rep, so that's now gone into subrogation. The next day, Sunday 7/1, I spent with another friend going to lunch, an antique mall, and two different ice cream places. Because she drives so much for work and wasn't too embarrassed by it, I still drove us in my new car, despite having to crawl across the center console every single time I needed in or out of the car.
Keep in mind, this was the brand new car that I just bought at the end of May. I'd had it for just over a month. This was about the same amount of time I had with my previous car when the carport fell on it due to the weight of a foot-plus of snow.
Monday 7/2 arrived and I went to 2nd job in the morning, dropped off my car at the collision shop and picked up the rental during my usual lunch drive, and drove to primary job. I had not thought about it being a holiday week (July 4th), and the only rental they had available was a Nissan Armada, which really is like driving around a flotilla - that thing is HUGE. Saturday 7/14 finally arrived and Mom and I went to pick up the rental vehicle we already reserved for the trip, a Dodge Grand Caravan, much smaller and better suited as a 7-passenger vacation-mobile over the Armada. We took back the Armada and had lunch, then I went home to pack for vacation.
( Vacation Stuff )
Sunday 7/15 - I think I was starting to get back to normal. Of course, then Monday morning happened, and that takes you back to the beginning of this post. And round, and round we go.
( 2nd job stuff )
I other news, I had a Friday birthday (6/29) which involved working both jobs, drinking a fish (not my best moment in life), riding a couple rides at Six Flags, and then helping my overheated roommate get home. The next day (6/30) I spent with a couple friends at an estate sale, a nice lunch, and a parking lot incident in which a person opened their car door into my car with such force and such perfect timing as I was pulling into the parking space that their door wedged itself between the front quarter panel and my door. I actually had to back up an inch or two in order to get it unwedged. Then I couldn't open my door more than a couple inches, so I had to crawl over the center console to get out of my car. The driver/owner of that car refused to exchange insurance information with me, so we had to involve the police, and she still insists her passenger's door was already open when I entered the parking space, and stated so quite argumentatively with my insurance rep, so that's now gone into subrogation. The next day, Sunday 7/1, I spent with another friend going to lunch, an antique mall, and two different ice cream places. Because she drives so much for work and wasn't too embarrassed by it, I still drove us in my new car, despite having to crawl across the center console every single time I needed in or out of the car.
Keep in mind, this was the brand new car that I just bought at the end of May. I'd had it for just over a month. This was about the same amount of time I had with my previous car when the carport fell on it due to the weight of a foot-plus of snow.
Monday 7/2 arrived and I went to 2nd job in the morning, dropped off my car at the collision shop and picked up the rental during my usual lunch drive, and drove to primary job. I had not thought about it being a holiday week (July 4th), and the only rental they had available was a Nissan Armada, which really is like driving around a flotilla - that thing is HUGE. Saturday 7/14 finally arrived and Mom and I went to pick up the rental vehicle we already reserved for the trip, a Dodge Grand Caravan, much smaller and better suited as a 7-passenger vacation-mobile over the Armada. We took back the Armada and had lunch, then I went home to pack for vacation.
( Vacation Stuff )
Sunday 7/15 - I think I was starting to get back to normal. Of course, then Monday morning happened, and that takes you back to the beginning of this post. And round, and round we go.
