On Our Way To Crazy

What I’ve been doing the past four days:

Have car towed Saturday morning to repair place because it won’t start and has been doing a weird chugging thing. Be told the car can’t be worked on until Sunday. Get a phone call Sunday morning that the repair place cannot find my car keys (!) and is sure the tow guy has them. Tow guy is not working that day and can’t be contacted. Car sits in parking lot, not being worked on.

Hitch a ride to work with friend who lives nearby and works in the same part of town. Said friend has to be at work at 8:00 sharp. I usually get up at 8:00. Set alarm for 6:40 and hope I wake up. Arrive at work a good hour and a half before anyone else does. Get a phone call that the tow guy does not have the keys, of course he does not have the keys, he tows cars every day and always leaves the keys, always. Borrow receptionist’s car to drive to repair place to get registration out of (unlocked!) car in parking lot. Drive across town to get new keys cut at dealership. Take keys to repair place. Go back to work. Original set of keys still lost in space somewhere.

Ride to work with friend again. Get ready at work. Very sleepy. Get call from repair place that the car has started for them every time and they don’t hear the chugging noise, even though the guy I talked to yesterday heard it. Car has mystery disease. Car is plotting against me. Car will run great while at repair place, and will not start as soon as I take it home. I am not happy.

I am so, so not a morning person. I will keep this job for the rest of my life if it means I can come in at 9:30 and not sit in traffic from my front door to the parking garage. I do not like to see 6:00 am. Ever.