Today could be accurately titled �Shit Going Wrong Day�. I dunno if it was some way of punishing me for making fun of P, the Conqueror, last night or if it was just my time to have a day of complete frustration, but I swear that I was almost in tears for most of the day.
I woke up, remembering that my phone was still stuck in the La-Z-Boy chair in our family room. Last night around 3 am, I went looking for my phone and heard it ringing somewhere within the chair. I tried to find it in vain. Well, today it was beeping at me while I enjoyed my breakfast, reminding me that I had missed calls.
I searched and searched, but could not find it. My stepfather comes in and I alert him to the situation and he tells me that he�ll help me find it after I help him with some computer stuff for his club that he�s in. It appears that he took on the role of the secretary for his club, which involves a lot of computer work�..which he has no idea how to do.
The previous secretary had created [or someone had created] this Access database that stores names, phone numbers, and whatever else is important in the club. However, I�m not that familiar with Access, so I could only answer his questions such as �How do you put in and take out a floppy disk?�
I don�t know why he took on the job of the secretary if he doesn�t know these things, but it appears that he�s at least trying to learn and you have to give him props for that.
After trying to help him, I come back in my room and notice that Bandit has pried off another 4 keys off my laptop keyboard. I don�t know how he pulls up the screen to get at the keyboard, but I was about ready to skin the cat. It�s like he�s going out of his way to annoy me lately. The previous night he had knocked over a lamp, shattering the light bulb at 4 in the morning. Last night he was knocking over picture frames on my dresser.
Just when I thought that my bad luck was over, I got up to take care of some dry cleaning and my other prescription. Well, I was cleaning off my car from the snowstorm we�d had yesterday and my windshield was pretty clear. I turned on the wipers so that they would sweep away the bits of snow that kept falling on my windshield as I cleaned off other parts of the car. They worked until they made this horrible clunking noise and then stopped. I ran in to tell my stepfather and he fiddled around with it until they worked again, but making that clunking noise each time they went down.
�What�s that noise?� I asked.
�It�s the sound of the wipers coming down,� he shrugged.
�That�s not the noise they normally make.�
�Well, I don�t know then, take it in.�
So I did. I drove it over to the shop that last year fixed my Escort�s heat and speed sensor. Since it was going to be awhile, I called my stepfather to come and pick me up. He sounded all pissed off on the phone, as if I were inconveniencing him, but he�s the one that told me to take it in to begin with! Besides, it�s Friday and I�m going to be going back soon, so it needs to be taken care of.
It turns out that my wiper motor is gone and I have to replace that.
I hate cars, I really do.
The rest of the night was without incident, and since it�s past midnight, I think I�m out of the woods.
