Run of Bad Luck
so ok.. on thursday i got a parking ticket because while working at starbucks it's rather difficult to feed the meter while ur working. so .. my tire got chalked and then i got a ticket even though i took the chalk off and fed the meter or what. o right and i was NOT in my car i was in the car belonging to the people whose children i drive or rather DROVE to preschool. but we'll get to that in a second.
so i'm pulling out of the parking space, and much like what happened last time i got in an accident, this old bitch hits me straight in the ass. and i was going damn slow to make sure everyone saw me cause it's a tricky parking space. ok so i call the people whose car i was driving. they were ok with it and glad no one got hurt. later when i go to drop off the car, they tell me "not to make a bad day worse but u also left the garage door open". clearly i cannot handle this job. mind u this is the second day of work.
monday was all good with the driving. i was feeling cool. i decided not to drive their car unless i was picking up the kids.
then there's the whole chris thing that has been driving me nuts. i basically spent all night tossing and turning and bemoaning the fact that he wont talk to me cause i guess he needs some space to figure out what he's doing and he's really stressed. still i keep making attempts to clear the air with him and he keeps rebuffing my efforts. so i finally was like i give the fuck up and sent him a really long message. his response was that he didn't get most of the text (i guess TOO long). i tried sending it again but it wouldn't. so i told him it didn't matter anymore. then i dramatically decided to delete my facebook and myspace accounts cause i wanted him to miss me and not be able to look at my profile and not have my comments on his page and see what it REALLY would be like if i were out of his life. i dont know if he actually cared. jeff cared though and was upset that the comment i left on his page the other day disappeared. go figure..
i went to sleep at around 3:30 or maybe later. which is bad cause i had to be at the people's house at 6:30. ok so i leave and 5 minutes into my 12 minute treck to their house i am about to make a left turn. i was trying to find the street cause i dont know that area very well. anyway so i'm looking left and then when i look forward i see a car right in front of me. i'm like OMFG what an IDIOT!(she was taking the turn really fast, i had only looked left for a second) and i hit the breaks but it's too late. i smash straight into the driver's side of the car and there's no doubt there's damage. i'm pissed and have this really mad expression on my face, which a witness sees (some guy going the opposite direction that saw everything) he yells to me.. u ran a red light!!! i look at the lights.. he was right i fucking ran it. so at this point i am like really upset. i get out of the car the lady is apparently "very hurt" according to her (although PLEASE if ur actually hurt u dont use those words, especially so ellocuted i could tell the bitch was milking it). in come the cops, ambulence, they take her on a stretcher thing. etc. i can't describe the feeling of calling these people whose car i fucked up and saying. yea u know that accident i had like on thursday.. i had another one. this one was my fault and i ran a red light and the lady is going to the hospital. do u still want me to fucking drive ur 3 and 4 year old sons to preschool???? hello?? hello???
worst fucking day of my LIFE. and also i've had a headache since then and my neck hurts and i'm drowsy. i think i got whiplash.. not that i even care anymore. u know the weird thing is that for like about a week i've been destructively wanting to get into a car crash... i dont know why i have this weird tendency to have fatalistic fantasies. but this one def came true and i didn't like it. it just ended up being very inconvenient.
so i'm pulling out of the parking space, and much like what happened last time i got in an accident, this old bitch hits me straight in the ass. and i was going damn slow to make sure everyone saw me cause it's a tricky parking space. ok so i call the people whose car i was driving. they were ok with it and glad no one got hurt. later when i go to drop off the car, they tell me "not to make a bad day worse but u also left the garage door open". clearly i cannot handle this job. mind u this is the second day of work.
monday was all good with the driving. i was feeling cool. i decided not to drive their car unless i was picking up the kids.
then there's the whole chris thing that has been driving me nuts. i basically spent all night tossing and turning and bemoaning the fact that he wont talk to me cause i guess he needs some space to figure out what he's doing and he's really stressed. still i keep making attempts to clear the air with him and he keeps rebuffing my efforts. so i finally was like i give the fuck up and sent him a really long message. his response was that he didn't get most of the text (i guess TOO long). i tried sending it again but it wouldn't. so i told him it didn't matter anymore. then i dramatically decided to delete my facebook and myspace accounts cause i wanted him to miss me and not be able to look at my profile and not have my comments on his page and see what it REALLY would be like if i were out of his life. i dont know if he actually cared. jeff cared though and was upset that the comment i left on his page the other day disappeared. go figure..
i went to sleep at around 3:30 or maybe later. which is bad cause i had to be at the people's house at 6:30. ok so i leave and 5 minutes into my 12 minute treck to their house i am about to make a left turn. i was trying to find the street cause i dont know that area very well. anyway so i'm looking left and then when i look forward i see a car right in front of me. i'm like OMFG what an IDIOT!(she was taking the turn really fast, i had only looked left for a second) and i hit the breaks but it's too late. i smash straight into the driver's side of the car and there's no doubt there's damage. i'm pissed and have this really mad expression on my face, which a witness sees (some guy going the opposite direction that saw everything) he yells to me.. u ran a red light!!! i look at the lights.. he was right i fucking ran it. so at this point i am like really upset. i get out of the car the lady is apparently "very hurt" according to her (although PLEASE if ur actually hurt u dont use those words, especially so ellocuted i could tell the bitch was milking it). in come the cops, ambulence, they take her on a stretcher thing. etc. i can't describe the feeling of calling these people whose car i fucked up and saying. yea u know that accident i had like on thursday.. i had another one. this one was my fault and i ran a red light and the lady is going to the hospital. do u still want me to fucking drive ur 3 and 4 year old sons to preschool???? hello?? hello???
worst fucking day of my LIFE. and also i've had a headache since then and my neck hurts and i'm drowsy. i think i got whiplash.. not that i even care anymore. u know the weird thing is that for like about a week i've been destructively wanting to get into a car crash... i dont know why i have this weird tendency to have fatalistic fantasies. but this one def came true and i didn't like it. it just ended up being very inconvenient.