Once at work, a woman argues with about how long I have had my car; how I am allowing the dealership to rip me off making repairs I don't need; and, how I have now compromised the integrity of my car by getting it repaired......can you say lunatic? Geez! Take a chill pill.
Next I sit in my officer meeting-a-palooza marathon and doodle nonsensically when they get off topic and somehow the other Executive Admins forgot to
When I get home what do I find in the mail but a Jury Duty envelope with my name on it! I am to report on the Monday I am in Boston! How does that work? My day is sucking!
I was hoping for a little TLC, a little sympathy but I get "What the H E Double-hockey sticks are you doing when you drive? How the heck did you wear them out in 50,000 miles? I had 75,000 on my truck and never replaced them. You must drive like a maniac!" My response was I do a lot of stop and going driving (which would mean I brake more.) and Mr. He is Not So Wonderful Tonight tells me that has nothing to do with it. Huh? Use it more, wear it out quicker? Makes sense to me but I guess because I am a 'girl' I can't make sense.
I was so happy to get out the door to Stitch n Bitch night and let him sit in his garage with the stupid cat! (sorry kitty). I am thankful that my car could be fixed, no one got hurt and no one died and I got in my stitching time. In that perspective, it was a good day.