work = sukiness
did the taxes yesterday. I know. All early and shit; i'm usually a wait the last minute sort too. I had some spare time bc sean cancelled our plans. :/ anyway, i'm all excited because the refund, while not much, is still enough to cover my auto insurance deductible (yep, banged the car in less than two months!) and my recent ER visit. both things that my lame-ass part-time job does not pay me enough to cover. So ashley is feeling a little less stressed right now. not a lot less because i still hate my job/boss and it just gets worse every day i have to come here. I've taken to finding things to look forward to throughout the day. like meeting my friend jenny for lunch bc she's in school near my office. or being able to see sean after work. or my sister bringing dinner home from work (crab legs! yum!). because i need everything I can to get me motivated to get out of bed in the AM on work days. isn't that awful?
so back to this banging of the car. it was mmm ... two? weeks ago? yeah. It was the day the Seahawks beat the Redskins. We partied at sean's house for th game. lots of beer... yay seahawks ... blah blah blah. I think I only had like 4, maybe 5 between like 1 and the end of the game, because I knew that I'd have to drive later that nite. So, the game ends at what, 6 here? sean and i nap. beer wears off. we shower. and take a taxi to seattle for my friend tara's bday party. i'm on water again by this point and completely sober too. its round 9. finally about 1-ish, court arrives with the car and parks it in the garage by the bar. this bar suk'd, right? so i'm making a plea to go elsewhere. eventually after lots of drunk people trying to figure out where to go and how to get there, we head out. i'm uber annoyed at this point bc the bar had to have been over capacity so i was feeling all claustrophobic. and my friend denise was very drunkenly asking me the same question over and over and over. so we finally pile into the focus, and i'm pulling out of the parking spot, while simultaneously trying to figure out where in the hell i am. at this point all i know is i'm in Seattle. so i turn my head and cut the wheel too soon and suddenly ... SSSCCCCCRRRAAAPE! yep. i drug the nose of my car above the driver's side wheel well along the parking garage post. you know. the one that holds up the ceiling. needless to say, we didn't go ANYwhere after that, except back to sean's. luckily for me it's covered by the insurance and all i have to pay is the deductible.
As far as the ER visit, nothing serious. just was in dire need of antibiotics on late on a saturday afternoon, so my clinic was closed. :/ But I was not in good shape, and sean took great care of me. waited for me for like two hours while i did all the boring ER stuff. then went with me to get my prescription filled AND took me out for lunch. all without me having to ask him to. he's a good boyrfriend that one. yep. note the use of the B-word. it's become official. actually i think what did it was meeting the fam. it's a pretty big step. and that actually makes me pretty happy.
I s'pose I should try to get SOMEthing done today. like searching for a new job. :) back to the grind ...
so back to this banging of the car. it was mmm ... two? weeks ago? yeah. It was the day the Seahawks beat the Redskins. We partied at sean's house for th game. lots of beer... yay seahawks ... blah blah blah. I think I only had like 4, maybe 5 between like 1 and the end of the game, because I knew that I'd have to drive later that nite. So, the game ends at what, 6 here? sean and i nap. beer wears off. we shower. and take a taxi to seattle for my friend tara's bday party. i'm on water again by this point and completely sober too. its round 9. finally about 1-ish, court arrives with the car and parks it in the garage by the bar. this bar suk'd, right? so i'm making a plea to go elsewhere. eventually after lots of drunk people trying to figure out where to go and how to get there, we head out. i'm uber annoyed at this point bc the bar had to have been over capacity so i was feeling all claustrophobic. and my friend denise was very drunkenly asking me the same question over and over and over. so we finally pile into the focus, and i'm pulling out of the parking spot, while simultaneously trying to figure out where in the hell i am. at this point all i know is i'm in Seattle. so i turn my head and cut the wheel too soon and suddenly ... SSSCCCCCRRRAAAPE! yep. i drug the nose of my car above the driver's side wheel well along the parking garage post. you know. the one that holds up the ceiling. needless to say, we didn't go ANYwhere after that, except back to sean's. luckily for me it's covered by the insurance and all i have to pay is the deductible.
As far as the ER visit, nothing serious. just was in dire need of antibiotics on late on a saturday afternoon, so my clinic was closed. :/ But I was not in good shape, and sean took great care of me. waited for me for like two hours while i did all the boring ER stuff. then went with me to get my prescription filled AND took me out for lunch. all without me having to ask him to. he's a good boyrfriend that one. yep. note the use of the B-word. it's become official. actually i think what did it was meeting the fam. it's a pretty big step. and that actually makes me pretty happy.
I s'pose I should try to get SOMEthing done today. like searching for a new job. :) back to the grind ...