You know, what with the New Year's Eve plans falling through, and that night totally sucking. Then being sick, losing my voice, and having a 102 temperature for three and a half days. Friday I spend a good portion of my day in DMV lines and forget to bring a book or magazine or anything to read at all, so I was bored out of my mind. Then on Saturday, not only watching my beloved Steelers lose the game, but also recieve a call from Ross, while watching my team lose, telling me that I no longer had a boyfriend.
...You would think that the week was already bad enough. You would be horribly wrong.
Allow me to take you through my hell filled day.
Work was horrible. Long, depressing, and boring. All night I kept being reminded of Ross. I leave work about 15-20 minutes late, because I was finishing up an email that I probably shouldn't even have written in the first place. I get in the car. For some reason, when I was on the way to work the night before, I did not notice the fact that I was almost completely out of gas. I say a quick prayer that my car will make it to the little gas station at Russel and Eastern. Just barely. It's doing the chugging sound thing when I pull in.
My card doesn't work in the stupid machine. I walk into the store to pay, and remember as I'm there that I need to go back to the DMV again today. Why would I need to do that? Oh, maybe because I'm a fucking idiot and even though they told me when I picked up my new car that the sales tax had been paid, I forgot the stupid piece of paper proving that I had paid the sales tax on the floor of the backseat of my car the first time I was there. I honestly thought I had lost the paper, but found it last night on the floor when I was getting out the the car and walking into work. So, I have to go back now and get my refund of sales tax. I think to myself that since I'm already quite tired, bit of a headache starting from the crappy night I had, I should grab a soda to wake me up a bit. I'm thirsty anyways. I get up there, and they are out of Dr. Pepper. Okay - no biggie. I'll get Diet Coke. Out of that, too. Sun of a bitch! Okay...I'll get a Sobe Green Tea. They went up in price about 60 cents since the last time I bought them, but what the hell? It's been a few months, and I love them. I'll treat myself. Well...the only thing they have is diet Sobe Green Tea. I found out today that it tastes nothing like the original.
So...now I'm on my way to the DMV. (Of course I forget this at first, and start heading towards home, then have to turn onto Sunset.) I get there, it's now about 7:35 am or so. They don't open until 8. The line is already about 30 people long, so I get out of my warm car and into the line where I listen to a couple behind me bitch at each other for about 20 minutes about who's fault it was that the insurance lapsed. 8:00 rolls around, I get inside. Wait about 5 or so minutes for them to call my number, and walk up to the window. The lady is nice, but explains that the paper I have does in fact NOT prove that I paid sales tax on the vehicle. I will have to go to the County Assesor's office for them to verify that the company that my credit union used to take the sales tax out of my loan is a credible company, and that the refund will come from that office, anyways - DMV's do not issue refunds.
They give me the wrong address - about 2 blocks off. I pull into a Quickie Mart or some shit like that, and ask if they know where the office is. Yep - I passed it. Get back in my car and finally get there. Guess what? I don't need to go to the County Assesor's office. No - I need to go to the State Tax office. In mutherfuckin down town. I sigh, thank the lady for her time, and get back in the car. I wait at the State office for, oh...an hour or so. He is able to help me, but only a little. I need to go to my Credit Union to get a copy of the agreement that shows I paid for the car and sales tax in the same loan. My credit union is at Cheyenne and Teneya. Then, he tells me that after I get a copy of that, I take this pretty yellow piece of paper that says, basically "She paid the tax on the fucking car!" back to...you guessed it - the DMV. On the way to the Credit Union, I almost get hit. But, then I get to the place and get the copy of the papers with no problem. (Amazingly..)
Now, heading back to the DMV which is at Stephanie and American Pacific. I drive around for a parking space for about 11 minutes, and as I am walking into the DMV, I trip on the step on the way up and twist my ankle. When I get in, they inform me that since they didn't think I was coming back, and since I don't have a get out of jail free card to go to the front of the line, I get to wait in the line for a number for about 15 minutes, then get to wait for them to call my number for another 45 minutes / hour. The lady I get is new - she doesn't know what the fuck she is doing. She calls over a manager. She has to verify all the paperwork and call the office that I just left from 2 hours earlir to make sure the pretty yellow paper is in fact from the State Office. They are busy, so it takes her a good 10 minutes to do that.
Finally...everything seems to have worked out. Except, of course, that my check won't come to me for 6-8 weeks. As I get up to leave the DMV, who do I almost literally walk into? My ex. Yay for me! This is just great. He looks great; his girlfriend on his arm looks great. He asks how I've been. "This week has been pretty rough, actually". He nods in agreement. Then asks the worst question he could possibly have come up with in his life: "So...you seeing anyone?". I literally burst into tears in front of everyone right there; in the middle of the DMV. Now, I know I can be an emotional person - but I don't cry in public...at home, alone...sure. But not in front of people. Especially not in front of an ex who I care nthing about, who hurt me when we were together, and I could have gone on happily in my life with never seeing again ever. I was so embarrassed. I explained myself as littel as possible to him as I pushed the tears off my cheeks, and said I had to go. I get outside, and I am so freaking flustered I literally forget where I parked my car. So I walk around the parking lot for a good 6-7 minutes before I finally remember and start walking that way. 7 minutes may not seem like a long time to you - but try doing it with a twisted ankle and trying your best to hold back tears because you are still out in the daylight where people can see them.
I reach my car...and there is a beautiful blue scratch on it where some asshole hit the side of my car with his or her door while I was in there. No dent, but the paint is scratched into mine, and it wouldn't come off. You'd think it would be smooth sailing, since my day is now done...but on the way home, I get stuck behind a train. Now that I'm home, and haven't eaten all day, I figured to eat a bowl of cereal and put something in my belly because I haven't eaten since about 2am last night. Out of fuckin milk. I change into night clothes, and since my ankle is weak, I fall as I'm changing my panties and rip them. One of my favorite pairs. That headache I mentioned I was starting to get at the gas place? Now a full-blown migraine with the throbbing and everything.
I'm now once again lonely, I'm depressed, I need a hug, and I still feel like I need to cry. What I really need is to cry while someone is hugging me. That will probably help get some good stress out. But, I can't really come up with someone off the top of my head that I could even do that with. Which, in turn, makes me feel even more pathetic. Well, I know what I really need, but that is unavailable to me now. So, I'll live with laying down and trying my hardest to get to sleep. I really, really hope that my insomnia does not kick in today.
I dare you to come up with a worse day. I fuckin dare you.
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