I'm in the office on a Friday morning. A day I am not usually here. Why? Because I left the wire I need to reattach the tailpipe of my car on my desk when I left last night. And to look up some phone numbers so I could cancel one and make another appointment. Why? Because my car doesn't feel like starting on a regular basis anymore.
On the upside I will get to sit inside and enjoy the amazing rainy weather today. I will get to watch movies under a blanket and hopefully finish a knitting project that has been left unfinished for far too long. I will also, at the end of the day, get to spend the evening devouring sushi with good friends, or rather my wonderful boyfriend and his good friends.
When things like cars, computers, cellphones and iPods refuse to start/crash/die/whatever my first reaction is alway annoyance. My head is filled with screams of, "How dare this piece of technology be unable to serve me and make my life easier!" and, "Why today!? Why today!? Don't you understand how many things I have to do today!?" and of course at least a few choice cuss words cause I'm classy like that. And then after the annoyance and fits of internal rage have calmed down I find myself taking a few deep breaths. I mutter a prayer in a somewhat facetious tone which tends to progress into one that is scared but grateful. I realize that if I don't make it to the west side to have coffee with my friend she will understand. And in fact it worked out better for her this morning to not have coffee. Imagine that. Then I called my mechanics and rather than hearing that they were swamped with all their other customers they said they'd be able to get me in on Monday morning first thing, and get me the oil change I've needed for the past 1500 miles. And then, just after canceling my counseling appointment, my aforementioned wonderful boyfriend called me, told me that canceling my appointment was silly, and he'd be here to pick me up and take me to breakfast and then to my appointment in 30 minutes.
Does my car work? Not really. Is everything going to be okay? Yes. You'd think I would remember that since I've got it tattooed on my arm. I think sometimes I am a slow learner.
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