Whiskey Tango Foxtrot.
My day has been beautiful. Slow morning, presentation paper revamped to beautiful. The read through alone was twelve minutes. I registered for the summer and fall. I made plans to go talk to financial aide about the summer semesters, before my presentation final this evening. Showered. Watched some episodes. Read a little of my book.
Sounds like a nice day right?
Then I walked out into the parking lot and realized my car was gone.
I am still waiting for the apartment towing system to call me back and affirm whether it was towed by them, or if someone has stolen my car. (I am presently betting/hoping/praying the first, even if I don't know how or why. My complex has intense parking rules.) Neither of these options makes me very happy. The latter more. But this complex knows what my car is. I know this because within the last two years they have called me to move it from a newly painted wrong spot.
Sitting on my couch, waiting for the phone to ring, when I was supposed to be driving to school already, does not make me happy.
And to think the last few days I already was freaking about next month's money. This will only joyously heighten that.
Addendum: Well, apparently it was towed. And it's going to cost half of the money I had left for all of May. Color me no quite nauseated and very much dreading my need to go to school and preform for a final in an hour. At least I secured I ride to school and home.
Sounds like a nice day right?
Then I walked out into the parking lot and realized my car was gone.
I am still waiting for the apartment towing system to call me back and affirm whether it was towed by them, or if someone has stolen my car. (I am presently betting/hoping/praying the first, even if I don't know how or why. My complex has intense parking rules.) Neither of these options makes me very happy. The latter more. But this complex knows what my car is. I know this because within the last two years they have called me to move it from a newly painted wrong spot.
Sitting on my couch, waiting for the phone to ring, when I was supposed to be driving to school already, does not make me happy.
And to think the last few days I already was freaking about next month's money. This will only joyously heighten that.
Addendum: Well, apparently it was towed. And it's going to cost half of the money I had left for all of May. Color me no quite nauseated and very much dreading my need to go to school and preform for a final in an hour. At least I secured I ride to school and home.