Wednesday, August 06, 2003
I must seriously have the WORST luck. EVER.
Last night, the fam's plane was delayed for 2 hours. Which meant I would be able to watch at least the first half of MI-5 before Thing 2 and I had to leave for the airport. Or so we thought. Right at the very start of MI-5, before I could even turn on the TV, we check flight status again, and their flight arrival had been bumped up half an hour, which meant we had to bust our ass to the airport immediately. (Byebye SexyTom.) It had been raining pretty hard, so Thing 2 wanted me to drive her car because she's only driven to the airport once in her life and she's "tired." Except when we get to the car, she hops into the driver's seat and makes a big melodramatic scene about how "fine, I'll drive." Like, whassit? Eh??
So of course, I had to give her directions, and she's veering off into other lanes, and I'm having a coronary in the passenger seat, and she won't stop the car to let me drive. Ugh. We finally get to the airport and PoohBro calls to give us a rendezvous point, which lucky for us, happens to be the very last terminal. Lucky... because we didn't realize exactly how many planes were arriving around that time and all the cars trying to get to "Arrival" were blocking our way to the "Departure" area. (Tip: Pick up at Departure; it's faster with less people.) When we finally get there, the fam is nowhere to be seen and we've stopped by a cop, knowing he'll probably boot us and we'd have to go around the airport again. Good thing he was busy helping someone else and left us alone. Finally the fam shows up, with the PoohBro wearing this big fedora (HUH?) he picked up at the Grand Canyon and looking like Woody from Toy Story.
My attempts to boot Thing 2 from the driver's seat failed, so I got in the back where I couldn't be a direct witness to her horrendous nighttime driving. Except, I sat behind her and all the way home, I kept seeing the car scoot halfway into the left lane. And since it's a Rav4 with terrible blindspots, I was in charge of making sure there were no cars beside us whenever she decided to hog two lanes. Scariest ride, ever.
Today I'm going to see that townhouse at 6, which wouldn't be a problem if today's work schedule works out the way it needs to since I have tissue testing and that takes forever. Well, wouldn't you know it. My voicemail informs me that instead of getting my tissue at 11, which would have been wonderful, I'm not getting it until 2. That's 3 hours lost, leaving me with only 3 hours to prep the tissue, test the tissue, and prep the tissue for analysis tomorrow. Uhh... yeah. Totally NOT going to happen. Grrrr.
What to do? What to do? What to do?!!
And if we decide against this townhouse, we have to go sign the lease for the other place tomorrow. I'll have to take a long lunch or something. Not a problem, since I can stay late to finish my analysis. But. They only take cashier's check for the security deposit. Who the hell has time to go to the bank?????? And of course, the DamnRoomie won't be able to since his lack of immediate assets requires me to advance the deposit. Ugh.
Seriously.
People.... work with me here. I never dump a buttload of shit on people like that, and yet, everyone else seems to know exactly when to bombard me with problems when I've got important things happening on that day. Do I have a neon sign on my butt? Is that what it is? Flashing "important meeting at 6; please make today as stressful as possible"?
On top of all that, I was too tired to watch MI-5 last night. I know. That's crazy talk, but sadly, true. *SIGH*
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