shitty day
So.........
I was supposed to finally go pick up my new truck this morning after having to deal with a whole ton of shit before they finally would sell the damn thing to me (IE. NY driver's license, pay stub problems, insurance issues...etc.). I was so excited. I had planned to have a picture up on myspace by the end of the day of my new baby and everything. BUT, yes of course, there's the but. I got there, signed the papers, handed over a wad of dough for the down payment, got in to drive away and then.....I saw this little orange light lit up on the dashboard. It said "Service Engine Soon." I was crushed. I went a mile down the road unitl I found a spot to turn around and went right back to the dealer. basically I let em know that they were gonna fix my fucking truck or else. So, maybe monday i fill finally have it. I'm fuckin' aggravated.
My parents and grandparents are coming here tomorrow to visit for the day and my father is driving my old truck to his house. I'm giving it to him. It should be cool. I feel bad that it will be so damn hot here for them though...and they'll be LOTS of mosquitos. Oh well, this is the country, they'll get over it.
So I'm starting to love my job, and the people there, but I'm getting scared that I won't be able to keep it. PAIN....carpultunel (sp?) so bad that it hurts all the time and I can't sleep at night and I just wanna cry like all the time and it's just getting worse and worse and worse every day. I will be so upset if I have to find another job. i make good money there too because I work really hard. i like being in charge of how muchc money i make. that rocks.
So all this time, the neighbor that we have across the field that we started to think didn't exist....existed suddenly. We were takin'a nap this afternoon and the dog went nuts. There was John, the 58 year old dude from Long Island who apparently had three major deaths in the family in the last few years and hasn't been able to get up here since then because of it. He's here for a week or something. He'll be here a little bit on and off for the next ten years, and then he's moving here. Fuck. So much for walking around naked whenever I want. So much for shooting any kind of gun we want whenever we want and not pissing anyone off. I say we run out tomorrow and buy a whole bunch of trees and plant em all the way across the damn field. I don't want a fuckin' neighbor. Now we can't let the dog, soon to be dogs, run loose all the time. Pooooey!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
What a shitty day.
I was supposed to finally go pick up my new truck this morning after having to deal with a whole ton of shit before they finally would sell the damn thing to me (IE. NY driver's license, pay stub problems, insurance issues...etc.). I was so excited. I had planned to have a picture up on myspace by the end of the day of my new baby and everything. BUT, yes of course, there's the but. I got there, signed the papers, handed over a wad of dough for the down payment, got in to drive away and then.....I saw this little orange light lit up on the dashboard. It said "Service Engine Soon." I was crushed. I went a mile down the road unitl I found a spot to turn around and went right back to the dealer. basically I let em know that they were gonna fix my fucking truck or else. So, maybe monday i fill finally have it. I'm fuckin' aggravated.
My parents and grandparents are coming here tomorrow to visit for the day and my father is driving my old truck to his house. I'm giving it to him. It should be cool. I feel bad that it will be so damn hot here for them though...and they'll be LOTS of mosquitos. Oh well, this is the country, they'll get over it.
So I'm starting to love my job, and the people there, but I'm getting scared that I won't be able to keep it. PAIN....carpultunel (sp?) so bad that it hurts all the time and I can't sleep at night and I just wanna cry like all the time and it's just getting worse and worse and worse every day. I will be so upset if I have to find another job. i make good money there too because I work really hard. i like being in charge of how muchc money i make. that rocks.
So all this time, the neighbor that we have across the field that we started to think didn't exist....existed suddenly. We were takin'a nap this afternoon and the dog went nuts. There was John, the 58 year old dude from Long Island who apparently had three major deaths in the family in the last few years and hasn't been able to get up here since then because of it. He's here for a week or something. He'll be here a little bit on and off for the next ten years, and then he's moving here. Fuck. So much for walking around naked whenever I want. So much for shooting any kind of gun we want whenever we want and not pissing anyone off. I say we run out tomorrow and buy a whole bunch of trees and plant em all the way across the damn field. I don't want a fuckin' neighbor. Now we can't let the dog, soon to be dogs, run loose all the time. Pooooey!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
What a shitty day.