Goodbye, Monday
Last night was the best night at work ever.
My day started out horrible. My mom woke me up at 8:00 after a lovely night of hardly any sleep (what's new?) and told me that my car was ready and we could go get it registered and since I had to go to work later we should get ready now.
You see, both my landlord Rob and my neighbor Scott work for this autobody place called Precision Auto in Johnston. When my mom asked them at the beginning of the summer if they knew where I could get a car, they started looking and soon they got a 1994 Honda Accord in. Beautiful condition, just needed a little work.
And we've been heckling them for weeks and weeks because school is drawing nearer and nearer and, hey, I needed to get it registered if I was gonna get this car.
So.
We went to the bank, my mom took out $2,000, I took out $1,000, and we were on our way.
We went to Johnston to Precision Auto and asked for Richard. We were directed by a greasy, bald, sweaty, overweight mechanic-man to Richard's office and there we found Richard.
Richard looks like the 80s threw up all over him.
He's got a rather updated, chic spikey mullet, wears tight ratty T-shirts, and has gold jewelry everywhere.
Holy hair metal.
Anyways.
He was a very serious, curt man, but I could tell he got a real kick out of my mom, who can be rather kooky at times.
So we filled out all the information for the car in my name.
Then we headed off to the Pawtucket DMV cause the Woonsocket one is closed.
Lord above, that was fun.
We waited in line so a mean old employee could direct us to another long line we had to wait in to get a ticket to wait in line.
Great system.
So we waited and waited. Little squalling latino babies were everywhere. I was angry at first, wondering why on earth these mothers would bring their children to the DMV.
Then it dawned on me that they probably came in regular pregnant mothers and were just there so long they had their kids.
Our ticket number was 47. When we sat down, the number on the screen read 82. It had to go up to 100 and then start over again.
Joy. and. rapture.
So we waited and by some strange twist of fate, my mother's friend Patty called around number 32, and she informed my mom that if she just planned on adding another vehicle to her insurance, that the info should NOT be filled out in my name.
By the end of the call, it was at number 40.
And we had to leave.
We drove aaaaall the way back to Johnston.
Not without getting lost in Pawtucket first, mind you.
But have no fear, Linds saved the day! I saw a sign for Mineral Spring and said, "Mom, we can get back to 44 this way."
I think the best gift my father ever gave me was his sense of direction.
I love my mom to death, but...
Yeah.
So we drove back to Precision Auto and had Richard McMullet fill out all the information in my mom's name.
By this time I was freaking out, thinking I wasn't gonna make it to work and whatnot, so I called Mike and told him I might be a little late and he said it was no problem, which almost made me fall over with shock, and we drove back to the DMV.
And waited.
And the longer we waited, the more panicked I got.
So I called again to ask if anyone could come in for me. But they just told me to get there when I could. I didn't want someone to work for me. It was my last Monday night and I knew Kayla was upset about it. For weeks we've been dreading this. I kept telling her I wanted to get a cake to celebrate many Mondays of the Kayla-and-Linds duo, a Carvel ice cream cake because I'll jump on any excuse to eat ice cream cake, but she'd just say, "NO, THIS IS NOT SOMETHING TO CELEBRATE."
We finally escaped hell at 3:30. I managed to get to work by about 4:40. Ten minutes late. They already called a girl in, a new girl. I was in a dreadful mood all night because of my DMV experience, but I managed to suppress my bitterness and fixate my plastic smile for the bitchy hungry customers.
Around 7:20 I'd say, my dearest Nicholas came in. I was so happy to see him. I hadn't talked to him all day for, like, the second day in a row, which is not normal at all.
And he brought me pomegranate juice.
*melt*
Unfortunately, we had a late rush so I couldn't really talk to him for that long.
He left and work went back to being dull and frustrating. As usual, the dishwasher didn't bring the silverware out until about 8:15. Bah. After tending to some customers and making boxes, I finished doing my stuff at about 8:50. Twenty minutes after my shift should've ended, but since this new kid got hired, that's usually how it goes.
Anyway.
So I asked Kayla if she needed help with anything before I left and she said yes, she needed help refilling the sugars.
So I said, "Okay" and started refilling the sugars, cause I don't mind helping the waitresses, they wanna leave too.
So I finished one side and was just about to move on to the other when I saw Kayla come through the door with EB behind her.
And in her hands
was a cake.
A Carvel ice cream cake.
With four little candles on it.
And she had a big grin on her face and she started singing, "Happy birthday to - no, just kidding."
And on the cake was written, "Bye, Lindsay. I (picture of a heart) you."
Yeah, I know she spelled my name wrong, but I don't care.
And I blew out the candles and we hugged and my eyes got all teared up.
She was like, "I'm gonna miss you so much, you're my favorite, Mondays will never be the same."
To which I replied, "Kayla, I'm still gonna see you every Friday and Saturday..."
"BUT IT'S NOT THE SAME!"
And as I left Kayla and Adam and EB were calling out, "I love you, Lindsey!!!"
And I tried to tell them they'd find someone for Monday, someone nice.
But EB yelled, "We don't want someone nice, we want you!!!"
Aw. How sweet.
So that was my wonderful night. Thank you Nicholas and Kayla and EB and Adam.
And my mom for buying most of my car and going with me to get it registered.
^_^
My day started out horrible. My mom woke me up at 8:00 after a lovely night of hardly any sleep (what's new?) and told me that my car was ready and we could go get it registered and since I had to go to work later we should get ready now.
You see, both my landlord Rob and my neighbor Scott work for this autobody place called Precision Auto in Johnston. When my mom asked them at the beginning of the summer if they knew where I could get a car, they started looking and soon they got a 1994 Honda Accord in. Beautiful condition, just needed a little work.
And we've been heckling them for weeks and weeks because school is drawing nearer and nearer and, hey, I needed to get it registered if I was gonna get this car.
So.
We went to the bank, my mom took out $2,000, I took out $1,000, and we were on our way.
We went to Johnston to Precision Auto and asked for Richard. We were directed by a greasy, bald, sweaty, overweight mechanic-man to Richard's office and there we found Richard.
Richard looks like the 80s threw up all over him.
He's got a rather updated, chic spikey mullet, wears tight ratty T-shirts, and has gold jewelry everywhere.
Holy hair metal.
Anyways.
He was a very serious, curt man, but I could tell he got a real kick out of my mom, who can be rather kooky at times.
So we filled out all the information for the car in my name.
Then we headed off to the Pawtucket DMV cause the Woonsocket one is closed.
Lord above, that was fun.
We waited in line so a mean old employee could direct us to another long line we had to wait in to get a ticket to wait in line.
Great system.
So we waited and waited. Little squalling latino babies were everywhere. I was angry at first, wondering why on earth these mothers would bring their children to the DMV.
Then it dawned on me that they probably came in regular pregnant mothers and were just there so long they had their kids.
Our ticket number was 47. When we sat down, the number on the screen read 82. It had to go up to 100 and then start over again.
Joy. and. rapture.
So we waited and by some strange twist of fate, my mother's friend Patty called around number 32, and she informed my mom that if she just planned on adding another vehicle to her insurance, that the info should NOT be filled out in my name.
By the end of the call, it was at number 40.
And we had to leave.
We drove aaaaall the way back to Johnston.
Not without getting lost in Pawtucket first, mind you.
But have no fear, Linds saved the day! I saw a sign for Mineral Spring and said, "Mom, we can get back to 44 this way."
I think the best gift my father ever gave me was his sense of direction.
I love my mom to death, but...
Yeah.
So we drove back to Precision Auto and had Richard McMullet fill out all the information in my mom's name.
By this time I was freaking out, thinking I wasn't gonna make it to work and whatnot, so I called Mike and told him I might be a little late and he said it was no problem, which almost made me fall over with shock, and we drove back to the DMV.
And waited.
And the longer we waited, the more panicked I got.
So I called again to ask if anyone could come in for me. But they just told me to get there when I could. I didn't want someone to work for me. It was my last Monday night and I knew Kayla was upset about it. For weeks we've been dreading this. I kept telling her I wanted to get a cake to celebrate many Mondays of the Kayla-and-Linds duo, a Carvel ice cream cake because I'll jump on any excuse to eat ice cream cake, but she'd just say, "NO, THIS IS NOT SOMETHING TO CELEBRATE."
We finally escaped hell at 3:30. I managed to get to work by about 4:40. Ten minutes late. They already called a girl in, a new girl. I was in a dreadful mood all night because of my DMV experience, but I managed to suppress my bitterness and fixate my plastic smile for the bitchy hungry customers.
Around 7:20 I'd say, my dearest Nicholas came in. I was so happy to see him. I hadn't talked to him all day for, like, the second day in a row, which is not normal at all.
And he brought me pomegranate juice.
*melt*
Unfortunately, we had a late rush so I couldn't really talk to him for that long.
He left and work went back to being dull and frustrating. As usual, the dishwasher didn't bring the silverware out until about 8:15. Bah. After tending to some customers and making boxes, I finished doing my stuff at about 8:50. Twenty minutes after my shift should've ended, but since this new kid got hired, that's usually how it goes.
Anyway.
So I asked Kayla if she needed help with anything before I left and she said yes, she needed help refilling the sugars.
So I said, "Okay" and started refilling the sugars, cause I don't mind helping the waitresses, they wanna leave too.
So I finished one side and was just about to move on to the other when I saw Kayla come through the door with EB behind her.
And in her hands
was a cake.
A Carvel ice cream cake.
With four little candles on it.
And she had a big grin on her face and she started singing, "Happy birthday to - no, just kidding."
And on the cake was written, "Bye, Lindsay. I (picture of a heart) you."
Yeah, I know she spelled my name wrong, but I don't care.
And I blew out the candles and we hugged and my eyes got all teared up.
She was like, "I'm gonna miss you so much, you're my favorite, Mondays will never be the same."
To which I replied, "Kayla, I'm still gonna see you every Friday and Saturday..."
"BUT IT'S NOT THE SAME!"
And as I left Kayla and Adam and EB were calling out, "I love you, Lindsey!!!"
And I tried to tell them they'd find someone for Monday, someone nice.
But EB yelled, "We don't want someone nice, we want you!!!"
Aw. How sweet.
So that was my wonderful night. Thank you Nicholas and Kayla and EB and Adam.
And my mom for buying most of my car and going with me to get it registered.
^_^