Let's Play A Game...

I'm calling it: Can you name the creature that crawled up Dani's arse and died last week?

For reelz, man. I was not a happy camper this past week. 

I do not know what the hell my problem was... but a problem, I certainly had.

Work was fine, although there was a strange energy afoot with my boss this week. She couldn't figure it out, either. We were fine - we really do get along very well. 

It scares me a little how well we get along... how great things are going and how much I am enjoying going there every day. I'm sitting here now on a Sunday afternoon, and instead of feeling the nausea creeping up my chest at the thought of Monday morning, I'm totally happy with the concept. 

I'm seriously so head-shy at this point, I keep looking around for the thing that's going to clobber me. I super need to beat that out of my own head.

We are slowly getting things caught up ... Stretch has a school trip coming up that is costing $1500 and although she started out strong with the fund raising, it's been mostly us that have been contributing to the fund. So ... we maybe could be doing this a little more quickly, if not for the $300 deposits required every month. 

I owe my father $2K... plus whatever interest and fees he may have encountered over the last year. I was supposed to have it paid off in 4 months ... but ... as we know, the rug was pulled out from under us a couple of times. 

I can not express in words how much I want this money paid back to him. It makes me physically ill to know that debt is there. 

Anyway ... digressing again.

My original point was, we are just about at the point where I can start making good on that debt - and once that is paid back, I can breathe again.

Then life will open up for me ... but right now, just the possibility existing, that it's gonna happen soon, is enough to keep me from growing a second head ... right?

No.

This was me last week.

I'm not even kidding. I had to go to the Dept. of Motor Vehicles on Tuesday. It was my third attempt at getting my errand there completed. THIRD.

Anyhoo ... in the interest of not putting myself to sleep, the shortish version is as follows:

Bought a piece of shit car for $400 in November. It needed all new brake lines and it took quite a bit of time with Hubs' schedule to get the work done ... so it was in January that I finally went in to transfer the ownership.

It was a 13 year old LaSabre (yes, an old man car) with like 360K kms on it.

It was a piece of shit, but it drove like a tank through the snow ... and my pride is pretty much pulp right now anyway, so I didn't care... until

The DMV (yes, I know I am dating myself by calling it that) told me my car was worth $2850 and that would be $433.09 please. I'm like uh ... no. Give me back the slip, please. She was very nice and explained I could have an appraisal done ... blah blah blah... and I left.

Then we decided to just buy another car. See about financing and just do it already. I honestly didn't expect it to work out ... given our last 5 or so years of credit woes ... but it did, and we traded said piece of shit and badda boom, badda bing - NO PROBLEMO.

Except ... problemo. 

The dealership made a boo boo in accepting the car as a trade and when they sent it to the auction they realized they would need the registration transferred to them.

I'm gonna yadda yadda yadda over the next bit and say that after two more trips in, a mother fucking appraisal of the stupid thing, they then, attempted to tell me they wouldn't accept it - because the dealership had emailed it to me ....

Let's just say this: with the deadly combination of my mood and circumstance, it was a 50/50 call, whether I was getting escorted out by police. 

I managed to keep the beast caged, but I have to tell you ... when I am pushed that far and my mood is this wonky, it's a bit of a perfect storm - I am scary. It really doesn't happen very often anymore ... but I get the kind of mad people around me can smell... even if they don't see me. They sense it ... like looming death.

I was not rude to the woman that served me, but as calmly as I could muster, I requested the presence of her supervisor. She started questioning me and I simply said to her that I was not leaving of my own free will, without that vehicle being transferred, and that I needed to impress that upon someone who could affect my circumstance.

We came to an arrangement, but that chicken shit supervisor refused to face me. Fucking pussy! I have no use for cowards. 

So ... the process was begun and then she informed me of the cost ... it was $15 higher than it should have been. Well, she explained, they charged the tax based on the certificate, not the appraisal they forced me to get ... on a 13 year old, piece of shit, old man car, that has 300K+ kms on it, which has very likely been sold 5 other times in its life - on which, our government has made tax dollars each and every time ... and they are screwing me with another $15.

Un. Fucking. Believable.

...and yes, I am ashamed to admit that she heard me say that under my breath. 

She was a little rattled by the time I left ... but I swear to you, I showed unbelievable restraint.

I was seething.

That was the second sign of my week to come... I bled through my pants at work earlier in the day. 

I guess I was due for a crap week.

Honestly, I kept pretty good control. I didn't blow up at the kids ... I was cool at work. I didn't say anything to my husband that was offside ... but then, I don't really have to with him. He feels my vibes immediately ... so he was kinda tiptoeing around me ... which I found irritating - of course.

It feels like I've been engaged in physical battle, honestly. 

By the time Friday afternoon came, my head was splitting in half... I'm talking 'maybe I have a Pac-Man eating my grey matter' kinda splitting. I was useless ... I came home and tried to get rid of it. I had a bath, took a handful of pills, put a cold bag on my neck, rubbed menthol into my temples, had some herbal tea... didn't touch it. In fact, the bath actually made me nauseated... and the heartburn. OH.MY.GOD!! I wouldn't have wanted to sneeze. I'd have burned the house down. 

It was rough.

Then I decided to pull out the big guns. I had a puff and poured a glass of wine. 

That didn't help either... although at least I cared a little less about it at that point ... so there's that.

By Saturday, the headache had subsided, Mrs. Hyde had disappeared and all seemed right with the world again. I hope that means I have finally shaken off the beast.

I'm alone all next week, as my board is gone to their AGM in Mexico. In fact, I imagine they are not long before they land right about now. I'm a little jealous. I can't imagine leaving my family for 7 days to go and hang out in Mexico. I might have died from the guilt... but, still.

My boss was bummed that I wouldn't be going with her. (I mean I was never going - it's a $4K trip and the Board wasn't going to cough that up for a brand new staffer.) It's just that we really do get along quite swimmingly and where she's going single, it would have been good to have a buddy to hang with. It was nice of her to say that to me. Made me feel pretty good... even in the absence of unlimited alcohol and sand in my toes.

So ... my task for this week is to finish the file room. I've been mining through it for the past week and have made lots of progress. It is a big job. Nobody has ever thrown anything away in their 52 years as an Association. It's wild, the stuff I've been finding. It's actually turned into quite a training tool. I have been essentially teaching myself the job and this exercise has proven the best method so far. 

Not to mention ... how awesome am I gonna look when they see what I can do? 

Seriously.

This is my super power.

And with that, I will say that I am still sitting in jammy pants and a sweatshirt and it is late Sunday afternoon. My house is mostly clean, my kids are at a movie, my husband is cleaning out his work van and the smell of roasting turkey is filling my senses with dinner time anticipation. 

Tomorrow, I will spend my day doing something that soothes my weirdo personality like a fine cognac. I'll be lonely, but it will be a good week.

Here's hoping crazy bitch-face is dead and gone. Ugh