I'm just kind of waiting for this day to hit rock bottom. I'm just venting here to make myself feel a bit better, because really I'm not in THAT bad a mood. It's been a pretty decent day, if you subtract all of the bullshit.
Let's tick down the list, shall we? But I'm going to include everything in it, even the good stuff.
- Jennifer was late picking me up this morning. Which didn't really bother me. She's doing me a favor, and I texted Monica to tell her what happened, and she was fine with it. I'm not in trouble, it just set the tone for the day.
- There was a HUGE...I mean HUGE...box of chocolates waiting for me as a Christmas present from one of the agents. Obviously, I've stuck it on the counter so everybody else can eat it. Thoughtful! But it makes me sad. Frowns!!
- I've gotten several gifts from agents for Christmas (a pretty hefty gift card, 100 bucks, a Starbucks giftcard, a scarf, and my favorite, the biggest bottle of Private Stock I've ever laid my eyes upon. Among others), and it's been lovely.
- They can't look at my car until fucking THURSDAY now. They sort of looked at it, but since I have a couple of Transmission codes in there, they're sending it to their transmission tech. Thursday. THURSDAY IS NOT TODAY. And I need my car three days ago. I also think it's wildly ineffective if they're just going to send my car off to a different person for each code they find. You have a few transmission codes? New technician. But you also have a computer code...new technician. At this rate, they'll have my car fully diagnosed by 2017. Mid July. Just in time for my birthday!
- They can't give me a loaner car, because Drea can get fucked, that's why. I, in very out of character fashion, threw a mighty conniption fit. As nicely as I could, of course, but a fit was thrown just the same. I talked to the service guy, a finance guy, the service manager, and the finance manager. Nothing. No loaner. Because I'm an out of dealership warranty. Or because they just don't like the cut of my jib.
- I'm on academic warning, because I fucked something up due to a misunderstanding. This is fine, at the end of the day, because it doesn't fucking with my grants, scholarships, or anything else. I just have to not make the same fuck up this semester, and keep my GPA above a 2.0. Which, honestly, is adorable. It's cute that they gave me such a low bar. Fuck that bar, I care not for it. It's below me. Get it? I AM FUCKING HILARIOUS.
- I get to save 300 bucks on my books for this semester, because I already have two of them! Yay!! So, I'll still be spending 700 bucks on learning (my accounting principles book is 325 damn dollars. I know accounting already. A/R and A/P for ten years now. Just give me a laser pointer, I'll teach the damn class. It's adorable that I think I know accounting in the way I'm going to learn it, isn't it? I'm so cute), but it could have been a grand. 300 extra bucks for me.
- I dropped two of my classes, so I'm only taking 15 credits this semester instead of 22. I'm doing my best to be cautious right now, because if something else in my life goes wrong, the ONE thing I am not willing to compromise is school. Everything else is whatever. Not school. It is the single most important thing in my life right now. So if I have to slow down a little bit and tack on an extra year to my graduation schedule, I'm fine with that. I'd rather not, but I am erring on the side of caution. School is too important for me not to.
I want Garbanzo, but can't get there. I'm not taking a lunch today, because I need to leave at 4 so Tosh can take me home. She's bottling her wine at 5, and I didn't want to wait around while they did that. I just want to go home and soak in my tub with a stiff as fuck drink. Which is precisely what I plan on doing, for those of you playing the home game.
I'm officially done with this day. Thank goodness it's almost over.
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