Last night the dog I’m dogsitting pooped on the carpet while I was gone, just in time for the homeowner to come home and find it.
I stopped at Sheetz to get coffee, and when I came back out to go to work, my car wouldn’t start. I also did not have my cell phone and had to use the pay phone. I had to call my best friend (whose number I have memorized, thankfully) and then I had to call work to tell them that I wouldn’t be coming in for a little while. Best friend is visiting family today and is not available to cart me around town to fix my car, and so I have called other people with cars and mechanical expertise to rescue me. My cell phone is still in my apartment, where I am not.
I know that crappy things happen to people all the time, but the frequency of crappy things happening to me convinces me that I’m totally hopeless and that everything that happens to me is a result of my irresponsibility. That makes it even worse when I have to get people to help me, because I feel like I am making them suffer as a result of my irresponsibility. Even when people seen happy to help, I am convinced they are inwardly pissed off at me for making them go out of their way to help. This may or may not be true, but I hate it when I have to rely on other people when something like this happens. It’s just upsetting.
But seriously, world, I walked around Lameburg for a whole fucking year while waiting for a car, so why can’t my car just fucking work???
And just for the hell of it, because I am feeling particularly bitchy right now, fuck you, all you people who never have anything go wrong.
At least I have money in the bank to take care of this.
