why do i leave the house? continues...
i left at 4:30.
by 5pm, instead of being at dupont circle THREE MILES from my place, i was only halfway there and had to give up on getting to the office and instead just head out to the chantilly class.
that class was no more than 36 miles away, but and hour later i still wasn't there.
while driving there i made a particularly sharp turn, and one of the boxes of books in the back of my car broke open.
about 40lbs of books dropped onto my bottle of vodka, which broke it open, soaking my students books in vodka. choice
then the vodka bottle broke up the bottle holding my leftover gasoline in it (last weekend my car ran out of gas on the parkway, about 10 feet from the gas station, so i had to fill a gallon water jug with gas to put in th tank. it didn't all go in, and i didn't want to just leave the jug on the side of the road), which then spilled about 20oz of gasoline in the back of the car and on the books.
when i got to the site, they had no knowledge of my class, my students, or the other teachers class. fevered running around and phone calls later i get in contact with my office and they say "oh. no one told you we change the site? sorry."
they get me the directions, and while hustle the 1.5 miles to the new site, some jerk runs me off the road onto the median
there is a huge pothole on the median and it does some worrisome and as yet unidentified damage to the undercarriage of my father's van. right now i can hear things scraping whenever i turn the tires, but don't have any shaking when driving. i'm terrified the drive shaft is just going to break off and schmitty and i will die horrible deaths when we drive up for angel's wedding on thursday.
oh, also, i ripped my new skirt while carrying the books into the new site.
i didn't get to mclean to pick schmitty up until about 10:45 (worked till 10:15, when i was supposed to meet him at 10), and his plans to take me out for dinner were wasted.
i just... i just can't see any good reason to leave the house. nothing good EVER happens when i leave. there is always something that gets fucked up. not always big, but always something.
by 5pm, instead of being at dupont circle THREE MILES from my place, i was only halfway there and had to give up on getting to the office and instead just head out to the chantilly class.
that class was no more than 36 miles away, but and hour later i still wasn't there.
while driving there i made a particularly sharp turn, and one of the boxes of books in the back of my car broke open.
about 40lbs of books dropped onto my bottle of vodka, which broke it open, soaking my students books in vodka. choice
then the vodka bottle broke up the bottle holding my leftover gasoline in it (last weekend my car ran out of gas on the parkway, about 10 feet from the gas station, so i had to fill a gallon water jug with gas to put in th tank. it didn't all go in, and i didn't want to just leave the jug on the side of the road), which then spilled about 20oz of gasoline in the back of the car and on the books.
when i got to the site, they had no knowledge of my class, my students, or the other teachers class. fevered running around and phone calls later i get in contact with my office and they say "oh. no one told you we change the site? sorry."
they get me the directions, and while hustle the 1.5 miles to the new site, some jerk runs me off the road onto the median
there is a huge pothole on the median and it does some worrisome and as yet unidentified damage to the undercarriage of my father's van. right now i can hear things scraping whenever i turn the tires, but don't have any shaking when driving. i'm terrified the drive shaft is just going to break off and schmitty and i will die horrible deaths when we drive up for angel's wedding on thursday.
oh, also, i ripped my new skirt while carrying the books into the new site.
i didn't get to mclean to pick schmitty up until about 10:45 (worked till 10:15, when i was supposed to meet him at 10), and his plans to take me out for dinner were wasted.
i just... i just can't see any good reason to leave the house. nothing good EVER happens when i leave. there is always something that gets fucked up. not always big, but always something.