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Now that I've ranted.
I feel much more relaxed. Still irritated. Still tense. But much less ready to throw things.
I'm not sure WHY--okay, I am. I think.
It's part frustration, part irritation... Part other things.
For one thing, I've done the math. If I go to DexCon, I won't have the cash to get the transmission replaced. Of course, I'm not the only one paying for it. But I'm budgeting like I am.
I'm going to Dexcon, though. I work too fucking much not to get that break.
Besides, I told Kale I'd drive up with her.
However, if I'm going to Dexcon, I have to budget money for the next several months. It's going to be tight.
I can do Bevcon (Like I'd not. Feh.).
I may not do Gateway (hey, third year in a row! I'm on a roll, here...)
But I will do Dexcon. And I WILL get at least one credit card paid off.
Probably both.
I'm also frustrated, for two reasons that are interrelated.
One. Don hasn't gotten a new person yet, so I'm still working seven days a week.
Two. If Don DOES hire another person, then I'll lose about 100 per pay period due to losing those hours.
..
And, finally, I've been seriously contemplating moving out sometime near October. But if I do... Gods, I need a roommate, and stuff, and... I'm more just jittery about this.
But, the capper was of course, The Pretender.
They showed part one of the season finale on Friday. Hence, part two would be on tonight.
Except... They pre-empted it to show fucking basketball.
Then, to compound the problem, instead of just showing the episode tomorrow, at the normal time, they show it at MIDNIGHT.
FUCKHEADS.
This means I won't get to see it (I caught all of a minute of it before leaving work). And I won't get to, because I don't have cable at home.
You can bet your ass if I did, I'd have called home and had someone tape it for me.
I've noticed that when I get really angry, the urge to rend and tear and throws things that break gets huge.
It's useful to channel into writing. But not useful while driving.
Oh! Speaking of my babycar... The clutch and water pump might be fixed, but the transmission sounds horrible. It's slipping gears, too.
Sigh. I'm hoping it can last two more months. There should be enough cash about to pay for the new tranny by then.
Please, any gods, godesses, and hermaphroditic deities... Don't let my car die before July.
Thank you.
I'm not sure WHY--okay, I am. I think.
It's part frustration, part irritation... Part other things.
For one thing, I've done the math. If I go to DexCon, I won't have the cash to get the transmission replaced. Of course, I'm not the only one paying for it. But I'm budgeting like I am.
I'm going to Dexcon, though. I work too fucking much not to get that break.
Besides, I told Kale I'd drive up with her.
However, if I'm going to Dexcon, I have to budget money for the next several months. It's going to be tight.
I can do Bevcon (Like I'd not. Feh.).
I may not do Gateway (hey, third year in a row! I'm on a roll, here...)
But I will do Dexcon. And I WILL get at least one credit card paid off.
Probably both.
I'm also frustrated, for two reasons that are interrelated.
One. Don hasn't gotten a new person yet, so I'm still working seven days a week.
Two. If Don DOES hire another person, then I'll lose about 100 per pay period due to losing those hours.
..
And, finally, I've been seriously contemplating moving out sometime near October. But if I do... Gods, I need a roommate, and stuff, and... I'm more just jittery about this.
But, the capper was of course, The Pretender.
They showed part one of the season finale on Friday. Hence, part two would be on tonight.
Except... They pre-empted it to show fucking basketball.
Then, to compound the problem, instead of just showing the episode tomorrow, at the normal time, they show it at MIDNIGHT.
FUCKHEADS.
This means I won't get to see it (I caught all of a minute of it before leaving work). And I won't get to, because I don't have cable at home.
You can bet your ass if I did, I'd have called home and had someone tape it for me.
I've noticed that when I get really angry, the urge to rend and tear and throws things that break gets huge.
It's useful to channel into writing. But not useful while driving.
Oh! Speaking of my babycar... The clutch and water pump might be fixed, but the transmission sounds horrible. It's slipping gears, too.
Sigh. I'm hoping it can last two more months. There should be enough cash about to pay for the new tranny by then.
Please, any gods, godesses, and hermaphroditic deities... Don't let my car die before July.
Thank you.