I swear, if I didn't have bad luck I'd have no luck at all. I was all jazzed to work from home Thursday-Friday. I get to shoot off emails in my undies and my Big Nasty Tees shirt. Plus I planned on taking my truck in to get the A/C fixed since temperatures are reaching near 174 now.
So I take the truck in at 9:30 and they want me to leave it there. Since I didn't want to wait around for a cab I made the 5 mile walk back to the house in the already crippling hot temperatures. I made it to a Walgreen's for a water and got several odd looks because my shirt was soiled with sweat. Then I almost got hit by a car because there are no street crossings here and the lights are very short.
So that's over. Then I decide to get my cell phone fixed. I can't end calls. I have to do the 2 hour song and dance with Tech support before they will approve my exchange. This process includes me answering the same questions repeatedly and turning my phone off and on. Now it works worse than when I first called.
To ease the frustration I thought I'd make a Bulldog when I found out the freezer had broke again and my stuff was thawing. Luckily the apartment complex gave me a new fridge and got it in within an hour. That's actually my high for the day.
During the fridge/phone debacle the A/C repair guy calls to inform me I've snapped a belt and busted something called a titchener. So that's $300. He calls back later to tell me my fan filter and something else is jacked so another $200. The folks agreed to help out but if that damn truck isn't like an igloo when I get down there my belt is going to be meeting up with some ass.
Honestly I'm afraid to leave the apartment because I think I'll be abducted by aliens or sold into Mexican prostitution. FML!
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