Well, you should already anticipate that whenever somebody utters the words out into the cosmos, "I am moving," the karma gods and all the cosmos decide to toss out as many snafu's as possible during that time, just to keep you on your toes. I am convinced of this. In fact, my life can easily be described as "Living Murphy's Law," which, I might add, was going to be my biography's title, if I actually ever got around to writing one.
Pete's car died, as he arrived to my place---yes, he was lucky it happened right when he got here, instead of somewhere out on the turnpike---but it still sucks that it would cost him over $3000 to fix. Apparently his WONDERFUL SECOND EX-WIFE sold him a car that had a cracked transmission. I told him to withhold the last alimony payment to pay for it, the bitch. But of course, he's too nice, and wouldn't do that. So instead he has to junk his car, and is now left without wheels. How the HELL is he going to get back to Pittsburgh, how in HELL are we going to get this move accomplished, should we postpone, can we get him a rental car, oh my GOD I can't believe this is happening...those were MY thoughts about this whole snafu.
If this had happened to ME, I would have a major meltdown, cry for a few days, not knowing what to do, call around frantically to friends who can give me rides for a short while, until I could either rent a car or figure out the bus line. Then it would take me months of saving to find a car I could afford, and then try to get financing, with my crappy credit, which is like a needle in a haystack to find.
But, Pete has some Divine Protection Policy that I don't know about or something, because he's one of the luckiest slobs I know. He called his co-worker to tell him the situation and it just so happens that his co-worker's girlfriend is moving to NY for an internship and won't be needing her car...so she is going to sell it to him after Labor Day weekend. It's a 2000 Saturn 4 door, and he's paying less than blue book value for it too. What a lucky slob.
This kind of thing would never happen to me. Seriously. So he never spent more than about 5 minutes of worrying about the whole entire crisis. Meanwhile, we're spending the day with Ben (my Ghana pen-pal) and I'm completely consumed by this snafu, worried sick and freaking out the whole time, distracted by it. I dropped Pete off at an internet cafe and then took off to Ben's house to help him set up his new laptop computer that we bought for him to take back to Africa and finish out his last year in college with...during this time, I was frantically worried, freaking out, spazzing and upset, while Pete was online at this cafe, having a gay ole time chatting about buying this new car. Then he calls me and says, "No worries, it's a done deal."
I nearly fainted. So we try to rent Pete a car this morning, but hey, you KNOW in DC (aka: Fubar City), NOTHING CAN BE EASY. They won't rent to him because he's not a resident with proof of residency, nor does he have a major credit card other than his debit card, and they won't accept that EVEN THOUGH HE COULD PAY IT IN CASH. See, that would make life here wayyyyy too EASY, and God forbid anybody's life here in Fubar City should ever be even a tiny SMIDGE leaning towards easy. Ever.
So here I am again, wondering how the HELL is Pete going to get back to Pittsburgh, how the HELL are we going to accomplish this move, and how in HELL can I drive him back to Pittsburgh tonight AND go to work on Tuesday morning to finish my last day, plus the idea of being completely stranded on Wednesday and Thursday without a car if he took mine back on his own, not to mention I have no $$ left until Friday's payday...so it's all on Pete right now to pay for everything, which makes me feel very upset and nervous and like I'm a horrible burden adding one more thing to his life that he doesn't need right now. GGAAAAAA!!!
He's had the rental car people take him to the garage so he can gather his car's belongings. He has to find the title in Pittsburgh to bring back with him on Thursday to turn it in so the mechanic can junk it (which will cost him $400 bucks), and then we'll have the U-Haul truck, his son's car, and mine to drive back. His boss won't even let him work from here this week, he wants him in the office. So he was going to drive home TONIGHT in my car, and I'm hoping I can grab a ride from a coworker of mine to get to and from my job today and tomorrow...(I KNEW I SHOULD HAVE JUST MADE FRIDAY MY LAST DAY DAMMIT)......it's just a mess right now.
I don't know what's going to happen but this is just so overwhelming and stressful for me, I don't know if I'm going to make it through this week without having several meltdowns. I told Pete to expect at least a half dozen of them, or so.
Anyway, I'm staring at bare walls, boxes everywhere, and stuff I still need to pack. It's all chaos.
I'm supposed to go to lunch today with my coworkers and with Pete, then I'm not sure what I'll be doing after work but I have a feeling I'm off to Pittsburgh to take Pete home. Then back to work tomorrow for my last day. Then home to pack like a wild woman. I'm supposed to have lunch with Peter here in VA tomorrow, and possibly see him on Wednesday, but I'm not sure yet.
Hey, and on top of all THAT, you can add the fact that my wonderful MONTHLY FRIEND HAS ARRIVED, and now I'm having nasty cramps on top of it.
What else is going to plague our heroine during her stressful life-changing move to Pittsburgh this week? Stay tuned for our next chapter in the continuing saga of "Living Murphy's Law," with your favorite
---Sassy Girl
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