A bad case of the Mondays

I generally try and maintain a very real perspective on life. I realize that as horrible as a situation may currently seem, there are many more people in the world that face far more dramatic and devastating circumstances than I could possibly imagine.

That being said…

It still sucks when things utterly refuse to go your way.

I awoke this morning, not wanting to get out of bed. It was a sign from above that that is exactly where I should have stayed.

I went to go grab and unplug my cell phone this morning, only to realize that it had finally happened. The phone is D – E – A – D, dead. It will no longer turn on, and all of my phone numbers that I have never bothered to memorize are lost in the recesses of my mobile un-technology.

I decided that I would have cancel lunch with L, whom I was supposed to help write a college entrance essay for this morning, and instead go purchase a new phone. I have been holding out on getting a new phone, as I am a mere two months away from my “New Every Two” deal, and although I thought I had insurance on my phone, I do not. The thought of spending money on something that could potentially be replaced in a few months time, seems rather unneeded and frivolous… not so much the case any longer.

I went home, quickly got ready for work, and headed off early, with ample time to spare to write the essay for L.

When I got back to my car I couldn’t go anywhere. The sensor that activates when the brake pedal is stepped on releasing the car to go into gear isn’t working. Regardless of how many times I pumped on the fucking brake pedal this morning I couldn’t get the damn thing into gear. (You sense my frustration, no?)

I went back upstairs, had to knock on LJ’s half open bedroom door, where I knew she had company, and borrowed her mobile (we don’t have a house phone, we just both use our mobiles.) I got her phone and not knowing whom to call, called The Man. He was great and offered to come pick me up and take me to work, aborting his own plans to ride to work today (what a man!)

I attempted to call the dealership, but they were still to be closed for a few hours.

Plopping down on the couch, it began. LJ, as always refusing to close her bedroom door, started… well… um… lets just say moaning, groaning and slapping sounds were involved. For the love of God, please. Shut your fucking door. Hell, if you know I have to leave in a few minutes time, can you wait for my departure? These things seems simple to me.

I went down to the street to wait for the Man, only to hear LJ and guest from the street. I sat in my non-functioning car and turned up the radio, anything to try and drown out the sound. (For what reason does her “personal encounters” always seems to be the cherry that tops the bad day sundae?)

Now at work, I have made arrangements to meet the tow truck at my house in a few hours (thus eliminating the possibility to get my phone as soon as I would like) and catching a ride with them to the dealership where I will get my rental.

I’m putting a million dollars that Mini Me is going to be there… it would just figure.