Stupid vehicle!
So, my day tomorrow is going to be a bunch more stressful than it really needs to be, thank you Dad.
Apparently the radiator on the van busted today and clearly can't be fixed in time for my Dad to get where he needs to be at 7am tomorrow. Originally, he wanted me to rush to my apartment after Shakespeare in the Park, grab what I needed for the morning (i.e. clothes, prescriptions, contact stuff, etc.) and sleep at their house so that he could take my car and then hopefully get it back to me in time for my 11am shift. Then he graciously allowed me to sleep at my place, just as long as my car was at the house in time for him to take it, which would have meant me getting up around 5 or 5:30 to be at my parents' place between 6 and 6:30. This would still have meant that I would have been cooped up at my parents' place for over 3 hours while my dad was off doing god only knows what in Sunset Hills.
Now, my Dad called me just as I was getting out of the car after Shakespeare in the Park and telling me that he'd worked out a much better plan. He had arranged alternate transportation TO where he needed to go (a Bread Co. of all places, why the hell is it so important? Has he bothered to tell me? Of course not!) I just need to get him at 10am in Sunset Hills, get my Mom in Kirkwood "on the way" and drop them both off at their house before going to work at 11. That trip is going to probably take 45 minutes, especially the way I know my Dad is and how he doesn't know how to SHUT THE FUCK UP AND LEAVE half the time. I have half a mind to push and shove him out the door if he's still yakking with whoever the hell he HAS to meet with tomorrow. The worst part is, that if I do get impatient with him, he's going to yell at me like I have no right to rush him. I HAVE TO GO TO WORK! I think that gives me the right to rush you!
Seriously, what the hell is this that is so important that it can't be rescheduled? I mean, how hard is it to say, "I'm having car trouble, can we reschedule?" But besides that, why can't they just start shopping for a new car? The damn van is 10 years old, it's busted up on the outside because he keeps getting into fender benders, and this is just the latest in a string of problems that the vehicle has had in the last year. Each time, I get guilted into relinquishing my car or ferrying them around. This is because technically, the car belongs to them. They paid for it, but I was the impetus behind getting it. I did all the research, I found the cars available at local dealerships, and I nagged them into letting me test-drive the cars. Except for the money (which I do know is a big part of it), I all but bought the car. My Mom told me that they'd decided to give me the car so that I wouldn't have the stress of car payments right out of college. Hell, I even did the research to find a new car to replace Ernest with so that my Mom would still have a car, and they decided not to get another car. Gaaaaaaarrrrrgggghhh!!!
*deep breath*
Okay, Kitty is winding around my ankles and I'm interpreting that to mean, "Come to bed, silly human. You know I can't sleep soundly unless I know you're in bed." (I swear, she waits up for me on Monday nights when I go bowling late into the night.) So, I shall heed the cat and go to bed. Hopefully now that I've vented a bit I'll be okay to sleep.
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Hmm..maybe this is getting to me because I was sitting outside all afternoon today in the heat saving a spot for us to watch Shakespeare in the Park. *shrug* The techies did do the best sound check ever, though! They read through all of Abbott and Costello's "Who's On First" routine while they progressively changed microphones. It made me smile and want to refresh my memory and find a reason to perform it again with Susan.
Okay, really to bed with me now.
Apparently the radiator on the van busted today and clearly can't be fixed in time for my Dad to get where he needs to be at 7am tomorrow. Originally, he wanted me to rush to my apartment after Shakespeare in the Park, grab what I needed for the morning (i.e. clothes, prescriptions, contact stuff, etc.) and sleep at their house so that he could take my car and then hopefully get it back to me in time for my 11am shift. Then he graciously allowed me to sleep at my place, just as long as my car was at the house in time for him to take it, which would have meant me getting up around 5 or 5:30 to be at my parents' place between 6 and 6:30. This would still have meant that I would have been cooped up at my parents' place for over 3 hours while my dad was off doing god only knows what in Sunset Hills.
Now, my Dad called me just as I was getting out of the car after Shakespeare in the Park and telling me that he'd worked out a much better plan. He had arranged alternate transportation TO where he needed to go (a Bread Co. of all places, why the hell is it so important? Has he bothered to tell me? Of course not!) I just need to get him at 10am in Sunset Hills, get my Mom in Kirkwood "on the way" and drop them both off at their house before going to work at 11. That trip is going to probably take 45 minutes, especially the way I know my Dad is and how he doesn't know how to SHUT THE FUCK UP AND LEAVE half the time. I have half a mind to push and shove him out the door if he's still yakking with whoever the hell he HAS to meet with tomorrow. The worst part is, that if I do get impatient with him, he's going to yell at me like I have no right to rush him. I HAVE TO GO TO WORK! I think that gives me the right to rush you!
Seriously, what the hell is this that is so important that it can't be rescheduled? I mean, how hard is it to say, "I'm having car trouble, can we reschedule?" But besides that, why can't they just start shopping for a new car? The damn van is 10 years old, it's busted up on the outside because he keeps getting into fender benders, and this is just the latest in a string of problems that the vehicle has had in the last year. Each time, I get guilted into relinquishing my car or ferrying them around. This is because technically, the car belongs to them. They paid for it, but I was the impetus behind getting it. I did all the research, I found the cars available at local dealerships, and I nagged them into letting me test-drive the cars. Except for the money (which I do know is a big part of it), I all but bought the car. My Mom told me that they'd decided to give me the car so that I wouldn't have the stress of car payments right out of college. Hell, I even did the research to find a new car to replace Ernest with so that my Mom would still have a car, and they decided not to get another car. Gaaaaaaarrrrrgggghhh!!!
*deep breath*
Okay, Kitty is winding around my ankles and I'm interpreting that to mean, "Come to bed, silly human. You know I can't sleep soundly unless I know you're in bed." (I swear, she waits up for me on Monday nights when I go bowling late into the night.) So, I shall heed the cat and go to bed. Hopefully now that I've vented a bit I'll be okay to sleep.
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Hmm..maybe this is getting to me because I was sitting outside all afternoon today in the heat saving a spot for us to watch Shakespeare in the Park. *shrug* The techies did do the best sound check ever, though! They read through all of Abbott and Costello's "Who's On First" routine while they progressively changed microphones. It made me smile and want to refresh my memory and find a reason to perform it again with Susan.
Okay, really to bed with me now.