How I started my new year
By failing to get my paycheck in the bank and damaging my car.
It snowed like crazy Friday. My car was covered in snow. Wipers covered in ice. Both doors frozen. I couldn't get the driver's side open, but I managed to get in the passenger side and start the engine. Used my spray de-icer, which really didn't help on the wipers or anything. Windows never thawed out, so I couldn't get them down. Then I must have slammed the door too hard after I got it, because the little gap that was between the driver's side of the dash and the molding on the side of the door is gone; the two plastic molding are tight against each other. At least there's no dents. The lock works fine and apart from how it looks inside, everything else seems normal. I just hope this isn't going to make the door freeze worse. Hope that the door isn't going to fall off down the road or some further damage becomes evident later.
I feel so guilty for damaging my car. It wasn't on purpose or anything, but I feel like I caused my car pain. I caused this object pain. It's stupid. Doesn't make sense. But I'm beating myself up over it twelve hours later. I love this car and I want to keep this car for a long time. I don't want to damage it. Christ, calling my car an "it" makes me feel guilty. She's a she to me. I feel like I beat up on a friend.
The whole fuss with the car took fifteen minutes and I didn't make it to the bank in time. I miss direct deposit and I wish the plant had it. Kind of rattles me that I have $400 I can't put into my account when I get a notice in the mail that the total owed on one of my loans jumped from $5500 to $6700. The good news is I still have a job, so I have the means to pay on it for the time being. That and car insurance is coming up. I have no idea why the increase except for the notice I got a few weeks ago (Merry Christmas) that one of my loans had been sold to PNC. So now I owe them money, too? The notice said nothing would change, so I kind of pissed right now. Not in the mood to call and ask why or what the hell is up.
And I dropped my phone in the snow. Dried it out and it still works. Luckily. I tried calling Mom and Krista and neither one answered, and I thought something was wrong with it until I called Dad and he answered. Krista said she thinks my car will be okay, which helps a little.
I went to the store and bought a new spray cleaner. When I got home I saw that the twist cap was loose. When I went to tighten it the whole sprayer assembly fell apart. I was so frustrated between my car and the bank that I wasn't going to drive back to the store. I guess they'd let me exchange it for another one, but for some reason at the time I convinced myself that they wouldn't let me and say since it's broken they aren't going to do anything about it.
Dave and I had plans for New Year's Eve. It was the only day in months we both didn't have work. I was excited. Going out for some shopping, BS-ing, and the dinner later. Then my plant manager decided we had to work that day. Killed most of the plans, but we still got dinner. I tried a mixed drink called a Midnight Sangria. Pretty tasty. Dave got a Long Island iced tea. Good thing we decided to walk.
Not sure why I had such a bad day, or why I couldn't handle it.
It snowed like crazy Friday. My car was covered in snow. Wipers covered in ice. Both doors frozen. I couldn't get the driver's side open, but I managed to get in the passenger side and start the engine. Used my spray de-icer, which really didn't help on the wipers or anything. Windows never thawed out, so I couldn't get them down. Then I must have slammed the door too hard after I got it, because the little gap that was between the driver's side of the dash and the molding on the side of the door is gone; the two plastic molding are tight against each other. At least there's no dents. The lock works fine and apart from how it looks inside, everything else seems normal. I just hope this isn't going to make the door freeze worse. Hope that the door isn't going to fall off down the road or some further damage becomes evident later.
I feel so guilty for damaging my car. It wasn't on purpose or anything, but I feel like I caused my car pain. I caused this object pain. It's stupid. Doesn't make sense. But I'm beating myself up over it twelve hours later. I love this car and I want to keep this car for a long time. I don't want to damage it. Christ, calling my car an "it" makes me feel guilty. She's a she to me. I feel like I beat up on a friend.
The whole fuss with the car took fifteen minutes and I didn't make it to the bank in time. I miss direct deposit and I wish the plant had it. Kind of rattles me that I have $400 I can't put into my account when I get a notice in the mail that the total owed on one of my loans jumped from $5500 to $6700. The good news is I still have a job, so I have the means to pay on it for the time being. That and car insurance is coming up. I have no idea why the increase except for the notice I got a few weeks ago (Merry Christmas) that one of my loans had been sold to PNC. So now I owe them money, too? The notice said nothing would change, so I kind of pissed right now. Not in the mood to call and ask why or what the hell is up.
And I dropped my phone in the snow. Dried it out and it still works. Luckily. I tried calling Mom and Krista and neither one answered, and I thought something was wrong with it until I called Dad and he answered. Krista said she thinks my car will be okay, which helps a little.
I went to the store and bought a new spray cleaner. When I got home I saw that the twist cap was loose. When I went to tighten it the whole sprayer assembly fell apart. I was so frustrated between my car and the bank that I wasn't going to drive back to the store. I guess they'd let me exchange it for another one, but for some reason at the time I convinced myself that they wouldn't let me and say since it's broken they aren't going to do anything about it.
Dave and I had plans for New Year's Eve. It was the only day in months we both didn't have work. I was excited. Going out for some shopping, BS-ing, and the dinner later. Then my plant manager decided we had to work that day. Killed most of the plans, but we still got dinner. I tried a mixed drink called a Midnight Sangria. Pretty tasty. Dave got a Long Island iced tea. Good thing we decided to walk.
Not sure why I had such a bad day, or why I couldn't handle it.