I don’t want to admit it, but I’m having a horrible day. My car got flooded in the middle of a flat street over the weekend while I was driving. At first I felt pretty calm, you know. Taking things as they are. But now all of aftermath is sinking in, there’s no way to escape and it sucks. It’s depressing. One of my two PTJs requires me to commute– can’t do that without a car. I couldn’t pick up a rental car over the weekend because they were all gone, supposedly. Come around Monday and I can pick it up, but now I have to miss my entire afternoon shift. I keep thinking about the numbers and what that inspector (who still hasn’t called) will tell me and how there’s no way it will be under $500.
This morning on my way back home it was sprinkling a little bit, the way it does before a huge down pour. My boss told me how there would be a huge storm, one inch rain with possible hail. It takes me about 10-15 minutes to bike from home to work. In a rush to avoid the storm, I lost my balance at an intersection and scratched up my right leg (my bike seat’s also way too low and non-adjustable). When I got home, I called the rental car place and it started to pour. I looked out the window at my car and realized the windows were rolled down, and my umbrella was still in the trunk. My car used to smell like pancake batter and wet dog, but now it literally smells like shit. I’m guessing the sewers were backed up during the flood. The whole flood thing was just stupid; I have no idea what I was thinking when I was going down that street with all that water.
I don’t really want to talk to anyone and I don’t feel like I deserve to relax. I just want to work and be productive but I’m really tired. This whole life experience thing is frustrating. The only thing calming me down is the thought of last night. My friend took the time out to cook me a homemade Italian meal, meatballs from scratch and everything. I have a lot I’m thankful for– I guess it’s just been a long time since I felt defeated.
Here’s a visual: