It continues....
So, it's Father's Day. I decided to write my dad a letter and bake him a cake. He didn't seem to care. This is where the bad day began.
I decide to go out. While, I'm backing out of the garage, I run into the door and the side rearview mirror breaks off. Apparently, the car wasn't parked straight, and I was backing straight out of the garage. I freak out and try to go find a dealership, no dealership is open on Sunday. No body shops are open either. The one person(shall not be named) I call that could possibly help me out in this situation wasn't picking up the phone. How wonderful for me. I chanced to call Neha, she was nice, but she couldn't really help me. I end up coming home and telling my dad, only to find out that I messed up the garage door as well. So there were four things:
1. messed up car
2. drove a car with no rearview mirror
3. didn't tell my parents about it till later
4. messed up garage door
On top of that, my birth control that I thought I had misplaced turns up in the garage of all places, supposedly it had fallen out of my purse. I didn't find it, my father did. Well, that was another ordeal.
I looked over my bank statements for the past year, and realized that I'm shit-broke, because of my own irresponsibility. I also realized that the mirror itself is going to cost about $200, not including the labor.
I still haven't found a job. The one internship offer that's up in the air is only going to pay me a hundred dollars a week under the table because they can't officially pay me. It's ridiculous. I shit more than a hundred dollars a week.
Later last week, my dad found my cigarettes in the car. That was interesting.
I almost totaled the Volvo last week. If I had been in another, smaller car, I might have ended up in the hospital.
My dad is devastated that I have no interest in med-school. He's depressed because all three of his sister's kids went to med-school even though they were intially against it.
He's not paying for college. Now, that I actually need some financial help with college, he's decided that he's not going to pay. I lost HOPE because my grades weren't as good this semester.
I have really fucked my life up for myself.
I decide to go out. While, I'm backing out of the garage, I run into the door and the side rearview mirror breaks off. Apparently, the car wasn't parked straight, and I was backing straight out of the garage. I freak out and try to go find a dealership, no dealership is open on Sunday. No body shops are open either. The one person(shall not be named) I call that could possibly help me out in this situation wasn't picking up the phone. How wonderful for me. I chanced to call Neha, she was nice, but she couldn't really help me. I end up coming home and telling my dad, only to find out that I messed up the garage door as well. So there were four things:
1. messed up car
2. drove a car with no rearview mirror
3. didn't tell my parents about it till later
4. messed up garage door
On top of that, my birth control that I thought I had misplaced turns up in the garage of all places, supposedly it had fallen out of my purse. I didn't find it, my father did. Well, that was another ordeal.
I looked over my bank statements for the past year, and realized that I'm shit-broke, because of my own irresponsibility. I also realized that the mirror itself is going to cost about $200, not including the labor.
I still haven't found a job. The one internship offer that's up in the air is only going to pay me a hundred dollars a week under the table because they can't officially pay me. It's ridiculous. I shit more than a hundred dollars a week.
Later last week, my dad found my cigarettes in the car. That was interesting.
I almost totaled the Volvo last week. If I had been in another, smaller car, I might have ended up in the hospital.
My dad is devastated that I have no interest in med-school. He's depressed because all three of his sister's kids went to med-school even though they were intially against it.
He's not paying for college. Now, that I actually need some financial help with college, he's decided that he's not going to pay. I lost HOPE because my grades weren't as good this semester.
I have really fucked my life up for myself.