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dragonoflife) wrote2003-08-07 09:39 pm
dragonoflife) wrote2003-08-07 09:39 pm
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Worst day of my life.
Well, if not the absolute worst, at least in the top three.
Being sick, I can handle. (Even if it is something pestilent and bizarre that won't go away).
Moving I can handle, even if it is a whole house, with incompetent movers, and all sorts of unexpected problems cropping up...)
Having my car break down -- the car I've had for five weeks, without warning, out of the blue, while at work -- on top of everything else... Well, that's too much to handle.
Wraith's at the dealership (I assume, they never called me) to deal with what I think is an electrical problem. Ideally it will be uncomplicated to fix, however I still won't be able to pick it up until I can prevail on the good graces of![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
tigerphoenix to drive me down there. Assuming it gets fixed any time soon. Assuming they even got it. The way this day is going, I honestly believe both the dealership and the towing company will deny ever having seen it.
Oh yeah, and add in the fact that I haven't been able to get in touch with the one person who could help me feel a little better, give me just a little perspective, make anything worthwhile... God. I'm tired, lonely, absolutely miserable, and for once I'm perfectly justified in being that way. That in itself is a perverse feeling.
Being sick, I can handle. (Even if it is something pestilent and bizarre that won't go away).
Moving I can handle, even if it is a whole house, with incompetent movers, and all sorts of unexpected problems cropping up...)
Having my car break down -- the car I've had for five weeks, without warning, out of the blue, while at work -- on top of everything else... Well, that's too much to handle.
Wraith's at the dealership (I assume, they never called me) to deal with what I think is an electrical problem. Ideally it will be uncomplicated to fix, however I still won't be able to pick it up until I can prevail on the good graces of
tigerphoenix to drive me down there. Assuming it gets fixed any time soon. Assuming they even got it. The way this day is going, I honestly believe both the dealership and the towing company will deny ever having seen it.Oh yeah, and add in the fact that I haven't been able to get in touch with the one person who could help me feel a little better, give me just a little perspective, make anything worthwhile... God. I'm tired, lonely, absolutely miserable, and for once I'm perfectly justified in being that way. That in itself is a perverse feeling.