Traumatic morning
I gave myself a lot of stress headaches today. Ouchy!! I was already aggravated shall we say, trying to decipher which route to take to work whilst having next to no petrol. Upon going outside I discovered that it was icy as fuck and I would need to de-ice my car. I turned my car on and tried to check that the windscreen wipers were off but made them move hence fucking up one of the wipers. By this time I was really pissed off and discovered that the wiper had become dislodged; it did not correct itself fully once I had sorted it so was a real pain whilst driving along.
It was now time (a little earlier than usual) to head off on the way to work, stressing about whether they will have shut the road or not. I got to Fairford and low and behold it was (shut) so I had to turn right and got completely frickin' lost therefore decided to head towards Quenington and try and find my way that way.... A big panic ensues as I don't know where I'm supposed to go and I'm extremely low on petrol.
I'm at a turning that really would give the magic roundabout a run for it's money, and a sign says Fairford but how do I know that I won't just have to turn around again?? I begin to fully stress out whilst on the phone to the girls at work and keep stalling my car therefore thinking I had finally & completely emptied my petrol tank :( I whack on my hazards and get out flustered.
And to put my faith back in mankind again; a kind lady offered some help. I said I wasn't sure if I had run out or whether I was just stressing so she said she would move my car. I hadn't run out after all, I was indeed, just stressing. I was embarrassed and thanked her profusely for her time.
The road took me to the other side of the crossroad I originally wanted to go down. Off through Whelford I went and arrived at work at approximately 9:10. Bad times fo sho!
It was now time (a little earlier than usual) to head off on the way to work, stressing about whether they will have shut the road or not. I got to Fairford and low and behold it was (shut) so I had to turn right and got completely frickin' lost therefore decided to head towards Quenington and try and find my way that way.... A big panic ensues as I don't know where I'm supposed to go and I'm extremely low on petrol.
I'm at a turning that really would give the magic roundabout a run for it's money, and a sign says Fairford but how do I know that I won't just have to turn around again?? I begin to fully stress out whilst on the phone to the girls at work and keep stalling my car therefore thinking I had finally & completely emptied my petrol tank :( I whack on my hazards and get out flustered.
And to put my faith back in mankind again; a kind lady offered some help. I said I wasn't sure if I had run out or whether I was just stressing so she said she would move my car. I hadn't run out after all, I was indeed, just stressing. I was embarrassed and thanked her profusely for her time.
The road took me to the other side of the crossroad I originally wanted to go down. Off through Whelford I went and arrived at work at approximately 9:10. Bad times fo sho!