So, last night I went to the library as I often do. I got there returned my books and picked up several new ones to last me the week. Much to my elation, the book I had special ordered happened to be there a day early so I picked it up. Hazah! So, I check out my books and wander back out to the parking lot to my car. I get into my car and turn the key..

...nothing...

Bloody nothing. The battery was dead. It was deader than dead. It was so dead the lights on the inside of the car were sickly. So... no problem. I call up my husband and get him to come and jump the battery so I can get home.

No go.

The battery was so dead it wouldn't even hold a charge anymore. Alright then. I have AAA. They will come out and replace my battery for me. I call them up in the parking lot with my husband. The operator tells us there is a 3+ hour wait in our area for this service. This is at 9pm mind you. (And, you should know this is the same time the bloody auto-parts stores close.)

Okay. We tell them we'll take care of it. So, we head off to the ever present and ever open Wal-Mart. We get to the battery section and they every, single battery model imaginable. Every single battery save one.

The one I need.

Well, fuck me sideways.

We find out that there is one more auto-parts store open until 11pm. That means we still have time to get there. We get there and they do have the battery. Once again... elation. This battery of course costs me an extra $20 dollars as compared to Wal-Mart (or probably anywhere else in the whole gods damned world), but thats okay. We get back to the Library. We try to get the old battery off with the tool kit I keep in my car.

The bastards who put on the last battery at my 100,000 mile check-up used an electric torque wrench with the torque turned waaaaay too high. I couldn't get the bolts off of the battery with the tools I had. So, back to the house to get more tools. Back to the library with more tools.

At 11:15 I finally managed to get the fucking bolts undone and the battery out. By 11:20, the new battery is in.

Get in the car, turn the key...

And it starts. Thank the gods.

I drive home. I feel gross. Beyond gross. I am covered in grease, sweat and other assorted ick. So I hop into the shower. By the time I get out its midnight and I am tired so I go to bed and even manage to fall asleep.

My alarm goes off an hour late in the morning. But it's okay. I get to work late because of that. But it's okay.

I take 3 Midol and finally start some work only to find that all the reports I have taken the past two weeks to write have since become out-dated as my boss changed all the specs on me. A fact he didn't (and still hasn't) informed me of. I had to hear it from someone in QC.

Okay, so I update all the reports and start writing validation protocols. That gets me up to now.

I am cranky.

I am in a foul mood.

I just want to go home.

But I can't.

Fuck me sideways.

Posted by Utopia at September 20, 2005 12:43 PM

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