So Wednesday night, I was really not in much of a mood to talk about work or life or anything at all, really. It's been a pretty rough week, and if I seem more annoyed than usual (or lazy than usual this weekend), I'd like to give you a quick look into just why that is. It's been an obscenely unlucky week for me, and I'm glad it's over.
So in our prologue (last week), I was ready to roll for my new job, getting in on training, 9-5:30. Gonna borrow my mom's van or SUV, whichever she doesn't need for a little while, it's gonna be great.
Monday. I get a call from my dad. The alternator's blown on my car, so it's gonna take even more time and money to get my car back on the road. I get a call from Randstad (my employer). The first day of training is going to start at 7:15. And I need two forms of ID (my license is out-of-date because I moved), a voided check (I had not yet gotten checks after I changed banks this summer), and my license plate number for security purposes (I could be driving any one of at least five different cars for all I knew. I get a call from my mom. She's in California, and won't be back until Wednesday morning, when she gets into Logan at 7:10, five minutes before my workday starts. Not a good start to the week.
Tuesday. I make a reservation for a rental car on Hertz.com, and it estimates it at $50 to take it out at 6pm and bring it back at 6pm the next night, now that work would presumably be 7:15-3:45. I wouldn't be needing it another day, since I'd have my mother's vehicle by then. I go to Hertz (only getting there AT 6pm), expecting it to cost more because I'm under 25, and the final price comes to... $160. Plus a $140 security deposit of sorts. It cost me $300 that day to take out the car. A drinking-and-games get-together happens at the apartment, unbeknownst to me. I don't fall asleep until about 1am.
Wednesday. I wake up at 3:30am. An hour and a half before my alarm, and after only two and a half hours of sleep. I lie in bed trying to get more, to no avail. I get out of bed at 5am, and get to work. I go to my training thing, and quickly discover that the day, for one day only, would be 7:15-5:30. On top of that, the first day is almost exclusively information overload. And the traffic coming in was bad. More-than-a-half-hour-at-least bad. So when we get out of work at 5:15, I frantically drive out of Westborough back to Worcester. I get to Highland Street at 5:58pm. I call Hertz, and beg the woman there to stay for just five more minutes so I can bring the car back. I get it back, meanwhile encountering a cute blonde that I wish I could have kept up with in a conversation at this point, but was unable, due to my quickly dying brain. I get home. During the day, there were folks who were supposed to check out a leak in our building, and Holly was the only one home when they showed up (unscheduled). They asked to get a call to schedule it so it could get done, and leave. Later that night, I get a call from my mom saying that she wasn't back in Massachusetts yet, meaning I still don't have a vehicle. I wind up borrowing Laffraff's car. That night, due to a million phone calls and texts sorting out vehicle shit, I go to bed at 12:30am.
Thursday. I wake up about once an hour all night, and get out of bed at 6:30. I get myself ready, and leave around 7:45, to guarantee the traffic wouldn't make me late. I somehow arrive at work at 8:12. I am now passing out in my car, trying to wake up (I didn't stop for coffee or anything because I was worried about the traffic). I finally go inside at 8:55 to find that half our 11-person training class was stuck in traffic that had apparently gone apeshit mere minutes after I passed through a few areas. Long, productive work day, I come home at 6pm and... my mom is still not back east. But she's had someone get her keys and bring them to the van so that I could pick it up. I ask Bebel if he can give me a ride to Waltham (about 45 minute drive), and he declines. In a 20-minute period my day goes from "Ah, finally" to "RAAAAAAGE". I spend about two hours trying to find an alternative ride, and an hour waiting for said ride (Steve DiTullio brought be east). At 9pm we leave. At 10pm we realize we got disgustingly lost. At 10:15 we find the van, and... the keys are nowhere to be found. I call my mother, who after ten minutes of helping me discovers that the guy who was supposed to bring the keys... forgot. And he's half an hour away. And my mom needed her cleaning supplies from the trunk stored so she could get them the next day. After 45 minutes of waiting with no sign of Key Guy, I say fuck it and we leave. I get Laffraff's car another day. I get home at 12:30am, having wasted six and a half hours... for nothing. I had plans. I wanted to watch a movie. I wanted to have people over for some good, de-stressing hanging out. I wanted to make myself a good dinner. I wanted to relax for the first time all week. I did not. I go to bed at 1am.
Friday. I wake up at 6am, having beaten my alarm clock every day this week. I go to work. I get a text from the landlord. He's furious because Holly was the only one there when the leak people showed up on Wednesday and they all decided not to check then, which led Bill to believe Holly was living here and just not paying rent. On top of that, it would cost $45 to have them come back next week. Wonderful. Eventually it all gets sorted out and the leak people show up and do their thing. So the day continues and we get let out at 4:45pm. I was pumped. It's the weekend. YES. I get to the car and put the key in the ignition. It doesn't start. Fuck. I try to take the key out. It's stuck. FUCK. I call Al, he says there's jumper cables in the back and that there's this complicated way to open the hood (it's a pretty old Saturn Ion). I then ask him the million dollar question: How do you open the trunk if the key is in the ignition (it requires electricity to release for some reason) and the remote won't work (since the dead battery prevents the car from responding). Silence. "Through the backseat?" Fuuuuuuuuck. I dig through the back, find the cables, manage to get the hood open, flag someone down, jump the car, and get on the road... at 5:28pm. I get home and discover that there's some kind of get-together happening tonight as well. Not in the mood for anything but sleep, I stay up and drink. Around 1am, I finally go to bed. Nine and a half glorious hours of sleep.
So yes, I've had a shitty week. And I'm glad it's over.
rickie-d
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