So today was my first day of parking at a new garage in town. I signed up to pay for a parking spot monthly since I refuse to take the fucking bus anymore. SEPTA wants to raise fares, cut off weekend service, etc. and they can blow me before I'll give them another dime. Plus I do pay quite a bit monthly to drive my precious Echo, so I figured why the hell not?
Anyway, I squared away all the necessary shit with this woman at my company and when I pressed her for my first day protocol at the garage and she told me the following, "pull in and tell them you are a new monthly" and that was it, I kind of sensed I was in trouble.
Naturally I get there today and they have no clue who I am. The guy was cool and told me that I could park there, fill out some exception form and I should be cool. I was shocked that he was so chill about it. It wasn't until I picked my car up at 12:15 AM that I realized why he was so cool. He wasn't fucking there and didn't care. The dude working at night didn't have a fucking clue about anything. He almost didn't want to give me my fucking car. It's ridiculous, but would you expect any less at this point? Tomorrow is another day.
The good news from today is that I got a picture taken with Santa. My gal pal Joolie from work was gracious enough to come with me and we got matching pictures taken. They look rad. It's the kick off of employee appreciation at work and they had some dude dress up for a couple of hours for employees to get pics with the fat man in the red suit. Sadly though, I was bigger than the guy playing Santa. Thankfully I have no self esteem left to lose.
I have to get a crown fitting tomorrow morning, so I absolutely need to get up earlier than I am used to these days. It's a tooth thing, not a royalty thing. My schedule has me so out of wack anymore I can barely tell what day it is. On Tuesday, I was sound asleep at 11:50 AM and my boss called asking if I was coming to work since I was supposed to be there at 11 AM. I'm not sure if I'm coming or going anymore. Maybe it's old age? Maybe my night owl tendencies?
In other news, the whole lactose intolerant thing was a fallacy. I have been taking these stupid Diary Relief pills before I eat, but I'm still shitting like a cancer patient. I have to call my doctor tomorrow and make that physical appointment. Life was so much easier when you had a parent to do this shit for you. I think this is why people have kids....to make them do all the shit they don't want to do. "Get me a glass of water! and Paint the house!"
Clearly I'm rambling. And I'm tired. And my back hurts. And I need to get laid.
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