Worst Birthday Ever.
God. This was a bad fucking day. It started out okay. Woke up, family wished me a happy birthday...Parents left for work and I took my sister to school. On the way back home to pick up the boys to take them to school, the suburban died. The gas gauge is slightly off apparently. My neighbors brought me gas and so did a wonderful good samaritan. But then the battery was dead. My neighbors brought me home. I called my dad at their suggestion and said he might want to let the police department know we'd be back to pick the car up later. He said it'd be fine. I said, whatever, I got it off the road as much as I could, but not completely off, so... and he said it'd be fine. I was an hour late to my first job because I had to take the bus. I had to leave early and was still 15 minutes late to my second job. All my coworkers were great. Being at my jobs was nice--I just felt bad for being late. So I'd told dad I wouldn't be done until about 7. Which was true. I got off, walked out the door and turned on my cell phone as I walked to the bus stop and called dad who proceeded to scream at me why couldn't I answer my phone, mom had just been down there since she was on her way home from work and I told him I had it turned off because I'd been late and wasn't gonna break the cell phone rule on top of that and then he screams at me how he's been getting calls all day from the police and mayor's office because the car wasn't all the way off the road (I told him it wasn't! I told him!) and then hangs up on me. So I got home, they weren't there. I went to bed. I slept until 8 the next day. The end. Shitty day magnified because it was my fucking birthday and I'd been looking forward to it. I cried quite a bit that day. The few bright spots were my coworkers all wishing me happy birthday and not being upset I was late (especially my bosses) and my dear Joanith who texted me Happy Birthday. I almost broke into tears because it was so nice.