
06-03-2010, 04:46 PM
*happily flails* Hooray!
Oh man. Well, first off, on my little vacation, my neighbor took me to talk with Tech about the Masters in Wildlife program, and by the end of everything, I decided I would move back to Lubbock and go to school there, then reapply to vet school after I get my Masters. Thus, a complete life change was planned.
Then, I had decided that I was going to leave Lubbock to come back to my apartment (I had to give my notice, work my last two weeks of work, and pack) on Monday.
My dad convinced me it was a bad idea to leave town on Memorial Day (and he was right), so I postponed it to Tuesday. Tuesday rolls around and I have everything all ready and packed up by noon.
But then my idiot grandfather shows up and stands around in the way and delays me 45 minutes. Still, not a huge deal.
I get out to my car finally and my Dad notices that I have a screw in my tire. *headdesk*
So we take it to the tire place. They are obscenely busy. It takes them 45 minutes just to get to us, and then they say it'll be an hour and a half wait.
So we drop my car off there and go home (because my dad has to leave for work that night and needs a nap).
I decide that I probably won't be able to leave Tuesday night, either, since it was so late by then, but I thought, no biggie, I'll just leave Wednesday morning first thing. Work doesn't start until Thursday afternoon.
We go to pick up my car and one of their idiot kids who drives the cars in and out of the garage has pulled my car up and over one of those curb stop things at the front of parking spots. And this curb stop has four inches of rebar sticking out, which is now caught all up in my engine guard.
After one idiot tries to insinuate that this is somehow my fault, my mother gets totally pissed off. The Assistant Manager *finally* actually apologizes, and he gives us a place to go to to get it fixed, and the tire place is paying for the damages.
We go to the place, though my mom is somewhat uncomfortable with it because she doesn't want us to get screwed over on repairs, and the guy tells us that he can fix it tomorrow morning in about an hour.
So Wednesday morning, we take my car in at 11.
The guy *finally* finishes my car at 5pm. So I end up having to start my eight hour drive home at 6pm. And I have to work today at three.
Edit: Haha, I might as well be. I'm so dang exhausted. It was almost 3 when I got into bed this morning and I slept terribly.
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