Oct 24, 2005 20:58
The annual crapfest that is my birth month continues. I knew something was going to happen. Knew it. It always does. I mean the whole thing wasn't that bad (well it could have been worse). I'm okay and my car isn't, but at least the insurance company doesn't think it's my fault. Which is good. What is not good is the fact that my dad brought up the fact that if the guy had hit me just a little more to the side I would have been seriously injured or hey dead. Fucking trucks. So car accident. Sucked, but no injuries (except to my ready cash).
I doubt me week is going to get any better. I have to deal with not having a ride to work anymore which means dicking around with my schedule. Plus, I have to deal with Jim calling and the extreme amount of stress that brings. And if he doesn't call it's going to be just as bad because while I expect a certain level of bastardry from him that'd really hurt. I also have to deal with my aunt expressing her disapproval of my life choices (which makes it sound like I'm a lesbian or have some other alternative lifestyle) this weekend. Dear God, please make my manager schedule me then because I don't want to listen to how I'm fucking up my life.
If the accident and all that other stuff is the only things I have to deal with this year I'll be fine (probally). I'm not optimistic though. There's always more shit that gets piled on.