Type A Craziness mixed with my bad luck...

So about a month ago, I got hit by a rock and it created this cute little hole in my windshield. I kept doing the "I'll get it fixed....later" routine and never did. But nothing ever happened, so of course, I forgot about it. Imagine my surprise, and horror, when this little lines goes streaking across my windshield on my way to work in rush hour traffic! Here I am in downtown, bumper to bumper traffic, not fully awake because I thought I would attempt to come in earlier in order to shorten my 10-hour day, trying to figure out what the hell is going across my windshield, screaming "Stop! Stop dammit!" at the top of my lungs. I'm sure the people in cars beside me were greatly entertained by this show as I was also swerving a little because my ADD self just HAD to know what was doing it.

When I get to work, I look up AAA auto glass and am suprised to find out that they have no locations in my zip code (but of course). So I ask Mimi what she used when she had to get hers fixed and she said Safelight. I call dad to see if I should bring the insurance into this or if it will make my premiums go up. He says to call Mark, our Allstate insurance guy and family friend. Mark isn't there, so I leave a voicemail for him to call me back, talk to Safelite and get everything worked out. Innocently, I mention to mom that I have to replace my windshield (because it couldn't be smaller than a dollar bill. NOOO it had go half way across the freakin windshield!)

All of the sudden I get a text saying she has called Mark and emailed him about the incident and we should wait and see what he suggests to do. I look at my phone confused. Then, I get the email she sent him. At this point I've told her what I've done and that it is taken care of. I love how I move to a completely different city, handle it on my own...but my mom still thinks that I am clueless. Yes, I know she's doing it out of love. But good lord, I'm a big girl.

The worst part of all this is that I was supposed to get free food and have a lunch date! I even look cute in my new shirt and hot shoes! Now I have to find an equally cute, or cuter, outfit for tomorrow and dammit Friday is laundry day. I have no clean clothes (at least no cute new ones). I had to pay for my own lunch, since I didn't bring one, and on top of everything I managed to get lost (with the navigator cause I hate Hillsborough) getting lunch. So the glass man almost left, but I pulled in when he was leaving. Sighhhh. So much work. So much effort. And it's only 1 PM! I'm here until 6:45 tonight. Sigggghhhh again.

I need to go buy shoes...or wine....or sushi...