I’m trying. But the world is trying my patience.
Let’s start with the good. Friday I got a new work computer and left work early (more details on that in the bad). I did a bit of shopping and bought a couple shirts, a stainless steel bracelet, and boyfriend jeans. Saturday I mowed my lawn and only used 1 tank of gas. And Sunday I had a lovely afternoon of sunshine, reading, and watching some Sex and the City episodes, Shark Week, and Mad Men.
Now the bad.
Thursday at work, I received a call from our computer center that I was on the list to receive a new computer. (Yay!) But my computer wasn’t responding across the network, which mainly meant the techie was going to have to come to my office. He did and then did some things and told me he would call at around 10 a.m. on Friday to move my files over to the new laptop.
Friday, 9:45 a.m., phone rings. It’s Nick. He still wasn’t able to log in to my old computer. Could I do help him out so the remote connection could happen? Of course.
Um. Blue screen. Some sort of technical issue. That’s not good.
To make this long story a bit shorter – and to bypass my lack of computer technical information – Nick came over and installed my new computer, but my old computer’s hard drive coincidentally crashed. He would work on it to see if he could recover anything. He couldn’t.
Since I couldn’t do any real work, I left early. I had to get my car inspected later that day and just thought I would make an afternoon of it. When I finally arrived at Johnson & Flick, they were a little behind on their appointments; it would take about 2.5 hours. Ugh.
I’ll wait. That’s what us single girls do. Unless we want our parents to drive us around. (My parents were busy anyway.)
Two hours later. Garage manager, “Believe it or not, your car failed state inspection for two reasons.”
In my head, “Are you telling me my 2-year-old, 13,000 mile SUV only driven by me (who is a bit anal with everything in regards to her car) didn’t pass inspection? You are trying to rip me off!”
Out loud, “Okay…”
To shorten this story as well. I left Johnson & Flick unhappy and did some retail therapy. I took my car on Saturday to Gindy’s Tire Warehouse on Buffalo Road. They removed two pieces of metal from my tire for free (the metal didn’t damage the tire) a copper wire and a nail. Johnson & Flick was going to charge me $18.88 to take one piece of metal out (and they only found one piece).
Today I took my car today to the dealership. The left rear shock is blown. They have to order the part. Meanwhile if I get pulled over by the police, since my car’s inspection has expired, have them call the shop and show them this note. Luckily, the part is covered under my warranty.
Am I driving through a war zone? Blown shock. Copper Wire. Metal Nail. And I had a hole in my tire last month that needed mended. This is Erie, Pa., not the Middle East.
I also started reading a new book. And on the second page the single woman protagonist received word that another friend was engaged. I’m going to give it some time. But why would I want to read a fiction book about my life’s reality?
I don’t even want to be a part of my life’s reality right now. Can we just fast forward through all these inconveniences, please? I would like to get to the parts where I am Single and Fabulous!
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