Maestro
Over the weekend I played ultimate frisbee with Chris and others, which was a lot more fun than I thought it would be. Unfortunately, due to my over-zealous playing, I accidentally turned it into tackle ultimate frisbee, and my body is still extremely sore. It hurts to get up. I'm such a pansy.
Today was such a bad day, and today
So yesterday I lost my keys. Annoying, but not the end of the world... I knew they'd turn up. Until they DID turn up, I was using my spare car key and just not locking my house. Unfortunately, my spare key is a piece of crap, and doesn't start my car right off the bat. It usually takes a bit of wigglin' and jigglin', but I can usually get my car started. So I go to work, then go to school, no problems. Every day after school I have 30 minutes to eat lunch and get back to work, so it's a pretty tight time-frame. I get into my car after school.... and my key decides it doesn't want to start my car. I play around with the key in the ignition for about 10 minutes (and NO Troy, my steering wheel wasn't locked =P) and I just can't get my car started.
Of course, today I'd forgotten my cell phone, so I march back down to BCC from the parking lots to call work from a pay phone. I can't be late because I have to be there to get kids off the public school buses, so I had to make sure someone else was outside to do that. So I call work and my manager, who is usually randomly mean, is randomly nice and says "Ok, I'll come get you and we can worry about your car later." So she leaves to come get me, which I feel really really bad about, and since I have a good 15-20 minutes until she arrives, I go back to my car to try and start it up again. After about 5 minutes of trying, my car starts up, and after a "Holy crap!" I decide to drive down to the gas station on the corner, to call my manager's cell phone, so she can turn back around and not come pick me up.
So, here's where Brandon is an idiot. I drive to the gas station, and someone is already parked in front of the pay phones, so I park at a gas pump. I had planned to just leave my car running, so I didn't have to worry about starting it again, but without thinking I park and out of instinct pull out the key. Fuck. I try for about 15 minutes trying to start it up again, and I can't. Now my steering wheel IS locked, and in a new fun thing, whenever I would try to unlock the steering wheel I could see the ignition moving up and down, which can't be good. I go into the gas station and explain that I can't get my car started, and he tells me to go put my car into neutral so we can push it away from his precious gas pump. The only problem with that is that I can't take my car out of park unless the car is on--which just seems like poor planning to me--so I can't put the car in neutral to push it away from the gas pump.
Then he tells me that if my car isn't gone in an hour he's going to have it towed, because it's blocking one of his gas pumps. Well fuck me. By now I'd given up on trying to start it again with the shitty spare key, and my only chance was to find my lost keys within an hour. My manager gets to the gas station, and I have her take me home where I proceed to tear the fuck out of my house trying to find my keys. I spend 10 minutes, and I can't find them. Teresa, my manager, was in there with me, and told me that my assistant manager's husband is a tow truck driver, and if need be he can tow me for free. That was at least a relief.
I get the idea to call Katelyn, because I was in her car last night. Luckily she answers and says something like, "Might you be calling about a certain set of keys I found in my car?" Oh thank god. I tell Teresa that she can go back to work, since Katelyn was on her way with my keys, and then she could take me back to the gas station. When Katelyn and I got there--nearing the end of the "time limit"--there was a fucking tow truck there, but I'm not sure if it was for my car or not. My car started, and I told Katelyn that I would buy her ice cream on our next Alias night.
I was soooooo stressed out through all of this, and my hand is cramped from 30 minutes of "wigglin' and jigglin' " trying to get my car started. But at least it ended alright.
I saw Kill Bill 2 over the weekend... and honestly, I'm not sure I liked it. There's about 3 minutes of fighting total in it, and when you compare that to the first one, it was just not enough action for me. I thought that the movie was too detail driven, while the first movie was too action driven. Maybe they should combine the two volumes into one super movie... that'd rule.
Tomorrow's my birthday. Turning 20. I don't wanna grow up!
Oh, and I got bit by a kid today. The oldest fucking kid in my class, too, he's not even young so he knows better. He was just being a pansy ass. He was fighting with a kid half his age, and he was actually starting to wail on him, so I was holding him back and he chomped onto my arm and wouldn't let go. It didn't bleed, but I still have a mark on my arm. I also had to get out the toiler plunger. Twice.
Yeah, this day sucked. Hopefully tomorrow will be awesome.
Today was such a bad day, and today
So yesterday I lost my keys. Annoying, but not the end of the world... I knew they'd turn up. Until they DID turn up, I was using my spare car key and just not locking my house. Unfortunately, my spare key is a piece of crap, and doesn't start my car right off the bat. It usually takes a bit of wigglin' and jigglin', but I can usually get my car started. So I go to work, then go to school, no problems. Every day after school I have 30 minutes to eat lunch and get back to work, so it's a pretty tight time-frame. I get into my car after school.... and my key decides it doesn't want to start my car. I play around with the key in the ignition for about 10 minutes (and NO Troy, my steering wheel wasn't locked =P) and I just can't get my car started.
Of course, today I'd forgotten my cell phone, so I march back down to BCC from the parking lots to call work from a pay phone. I can't be late because I have to be there to get kids off the public school buses, so I had to make sure someone else was outside to do that. So I call work and my manager, who is usually randomly mean, is randomly nice and says "Ok, I'll come get you and we can worry about your car later." So she leaves to come get me, which I feel really really bad about, and since I have a good 15-20 minutes until she arrives, I go back to my car to try and start it up again. After about 5 minutes of trying, my car starts up, and after a "Holy crap!" I decide to drive down to the gas station on the corner, to call my manager's cell phone, so she can turn back around and not come pick me up.
So, here's where Brandon is an idiot. I drive to the gas station, and someone is already parked in front of the pay phones, so I park at a gas pump. I had planned to just leave my car running, so I didn't have to worry about starting it again, but without thinking I park and out of instinct pull out the key. Fuck. I try for about 15 minutes trying to start it up again, and I can't. Now my steering wheel IS locked, and in a new fun thing, whenever I would try to unlock the steering wheel I could see the ignition moving up and down, which can't be good. I go into the gas station and explain that I can't get my car started, and he tells me to go put my car into neutral so we can push it away from his precious gas pump. The only problem with that is that I can't take my car out of park unless the car is on--which just seems like poor planning to me--so I can't put the car in neutral to push it away from the gas pump.
Then he tells me that if my car isn't gone in an hour he's going to have it towed, because it's blocking one of his gas pumps. Well fuck me. By now I'd given up on trying to start it again with the shitty spare key, and my only chance was to find my lost keys within an hour. My manager gets to the gas station, and I have her take me home where I proceed to tear the fuck out of my house trying to find my keys. I spend 10 minutes, and I can't find them. Teresa, my manager, was in there with me, and told me that my assistant manager's husband is a tow truck driver, and if need be he can tow me for free. That was at least a relief.
I get the idea to call Katelyn, because I was in her car last night. Luckily she answers and says something like, "Might you be calling about a certain set of keys I found in my car?" Oh thank god. I tell Teresa that she can go back to work, since Katelyn was on her way with my keys, and then she could take me back to the gas station. When Katelyn and I got there--nearing the end of the "time limit"--there was a fucking tow truck there, but I'm not sure if it was for my car or not. My car started, and I told Katelyn that I would buy her ice cream on our next Alias night.
I was soooooo stressed out through all of this, and my hand is cramped from 30 minutes of "wigglin' and jigglin' " trying to get my car started. But at least it ended alright.
I saw Kill Bill 2 over the weekend... and honestly, I'm not sure I liked it. There's about 3 minutes of fighting total in it, and when you compare that to the first one, it was just not enough action for me. I thought that the movie was too detail driven, while the first movie was too action driven. Maybe they should combine the two volumes into one super movie... that'd rule.
Tomorrow's my birthday. Turning 20. I don't wanna grow up!
Oh, and I got bit by a kid today. The oldest fucking kid in my class, too, he's not even young so he knows better. He was just being a pansy ass. He was fighting with a kid half his age, and he was actually starting to wail on him, so I was holding him back and he chomped onto my arm and wouldn't let go. It didn't bleed, but I still have a mark on my arm. I also had to get out the toiler plunger. Twice.
Yeah, this day sucked. Hopefully tomorrow will be awesome.