A Cluster-F#ck Of The Last Couple Weeks…
And It Keeps Getting Better!
They say bad things happen in three’s. Well, instead of Murphy’s law, let’s call it Robin’s law, shall we?
In my case, unfortunate incidents tend to happen in groups of five or six. It would be comical to see in a movie; In real life? Not so much. At least not in the moment.
WARNING!!
I have some long overdue belly aching to do, but I’ll try to make it entertaining for your reading pleasure.
I don’t even know where to start, so I suppose the fact I haven’t been able to use the computer for any amount of time without being interrupted a gazillion times is certainly on the top of my list of big beefs, and not sirloin!
God forbid I roll my eyes when my thoughts have screeched to a halt for the umpteenth time… Apparently any kind of quiet for longer than two minutes is a foreign concept.
But I’m the evil bitch for attempting to do something I not only enjoy, but feel compelled to do. Care to guess what I’m referring to?
WRITING!!
I’m sure many of my mommy/wife counterparts will understand what I’m saying. I know guys face this problem too, but perhaps in a different way. I suppose many people don’t “get” why we like/love writing. They don’t realize what it means to us, or why. They probably think we have our head in the clouds, or up our ass. Who the hell knows?
You know what I say?
There’s shit loads of worse things we could do than writing. Writing is ours, and for anyone to snicker about it? Just piss the fuck off!
Another thing? I can’t stand the role in which we women are expected to take. Not just one role, but many. There are many times I resent my role. It’s never ending, and forget about being appreciated. It’s just expected. I’d go on and on, but it’s nothing new. So moving right along.
A couple weeks ago, we went for what we thought would be a simple drive. Just to get out of the house and then the car broke down. Fortunately, we were just turning into town, when strange noises alerted us, all was not well. In hindsight, It could have been far worse. If it had happened on the highway, at higher speeds, we may have had an accident.
We made it to Canadian Tire, but our vehicle was grounded. The car rental place was closed. As was the U-Haul.
Hey, desperate times call for desperate measures.
We needed some groceries since we were there anyway. But first, I needed the washroom. As I walked in, the smell of shit almost knocked me over. I’m glad I was able to maintain what wits I had left to spare, since I don’t want to hazard a guess what kind of cooties were on the floor. I think I actually gagged. The stalls were so filthy; I couldn’t help but wonder the last time it was cleaned?
I ended up using the bathroom, ( ever so carefully) since I didn’t want to piss myself on the way home.
Care to guess how much an hour for a cab costs? TOO MUCH!
Needless to say, the fare was insane but we didn’t have a choice. The cab driver, while pleasant, chatted and laughed the whole way back to our place. Most of the time, I could barely understand what he was saying, despite the fact he spoke English without an accent of any sort. I thought it was just me, but it wasn’t.
At any of rate, we arrived safe and sound at home which is what matters most.
In our town, approximately 2000 people, where most people have at least two or more vehicles, we’re down to none. Until it’s fixed. Who knows what the cost will be for repairs?
There’s not a car rental place in our town either, so unless we take a cab back to the other town, or find someone and pay for gas? We’re up Shit Creek with a hole in our boat… and without paddles..
Trying to find another vehicle in the Co-Vid era is a blast as well. Going through a dealership (online) is infinitely better than dealing with idiots. We thought we had found a nice truck, but after going around in circles for a couple days, the owner decided to “just trade it in”. Yeah thanks for wasting my time. I had a few choices words for her in my head, but I remained civil. Barely.
Oh, did I mention I’m in the throes of P.M.S?
I become a tad neurotic/ demonic during this time. The week leading up to and a couple days during are the worst. But hey, I’m a woman right? Shouldn’t I be used to this by now?
I call bollocks.
The lot of ya can kiss my arse! Yeah?
(I just love the Brits! And the Irish and Scots,and how about all of UK? … I can’t forget the awesome Aussies, right Melek Mills ?!)
Anyway, most of my complaints are trivial, but the whole Co-Vid thing is getting to me.
I’ve gained a few pounds, and my limited wardrobe leaves much to be desired.
At the rate I’m going? ALL my pants will have holes, and my shirts will be full of stains. I’ll look disheveled, and my hair will rival any troll you’ve ever seen!
I’ve been out of sorts for quite a while, as I’m sure many are. I have to remind myself it could be far worse. We still have a home, we’re able to get groceries and other needs even if it’s not as convenient as before.
Sometimes I just want to scream though. How many times can one do the same routine day in and day out?
Even our pets are tired of sheltering in place.
At any rate, things are looking up… we now have a car we can use again. And our neighbor was kind to help us with rides in the interim.
Having a car again is like opening the door to a cage.. out we flew!
It was so nice to get out and drive! I’m very grateful for this change, knowing we can do simple things again.
Now if someone could please give me a hand with dislodging my head from my ass when I’m in a pissy mood, I’d greatly appreciate it!
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