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Mar. 22nd, 2005 01:00 pmI've just discovered one more thing to love about Jake. Even when I call him crying, tell him I'm on the side of the road and just wrecked our new car, the only thing he cares about is that I'm okay.
This is a far cry from how it was with my dad, who seemed to delight in screaming obscenities at me and telling me it was all my fault even when the other driver was the one who was ticketed and not me. Whatever.
It wasn't really bad, and I don't really even know what happened. Fortunately there was no other car involved, so there was no need to call the police or anything. I was afraid to look at the damage so I went two miles very slowly and got to Jake's work so we could look at it together. Not a scratch, fortunately, though I was expecting the whole back end to be demolished. The back right wheel, though, is in bad shape and the tow truck driver told us it would be several hundred to fix it. Oh yay.
Jake called my work and told them I wasn't coming in (I was on the way there).
I'm really upset because this happened because of stress over my job. I was so upset about going in today, and about a ton of things that I've been not dealing with there, and I knew it was going to have to come to a head this week, and I was really dreading it. Now I don't care so much, seeing how it's affecting me to the point that I can't fucking DRIVE.
What really gets me NOW is that I'm going to have to work so much to pay for the damage to my car. There is irony here that I can't even stand to write out.
So I seem to have the day off after all. I won't have my car for at least a few days because they have to order parts, so I might have tomorrow off too. No idea. I do need the money now though, obviously.
This is a far cry from how it was with my dad, who seemed to delight in screaming obscenities at me and telling me it was all my fault even when the other driver was the one who was ticketed and not me. Whatever.
It wasn't really bad, and I don't really even know what happened. Fortunately there was no other car involved, so there was no need to call the police or anything. I was afraid to look at the damage so I went two miles very slowly and got to Jake's work so we could look at it together. Not a scratch, fortunately, though I was expecting the whole back end to be demolished. The back right wheel, though, is in bad shape and the tow truck driver told us it would be several hundred to fix it. Oh yay.
Jake called my work and told them I wasn't coming in (I was on the way there).
I'm really upset because this happened because of stress over my job. I was so upset about going in today, and about a ton of things that I've been not dealing with there, and I knew it was going to have to come to a head this week, and I was really dreading it. Now I don't care so much, seeing how it's affecting me to the point that I can't fucking DRIVE.
What really gets me NOW is that I'm going to have to work so much to pay for the damage to my car. There is irony here that I can't even stand to write out.
So I seem to have the day off after all. I won't have my car for at least a few days because they have to order parts, so I might have tomorrow off too. No idea. I do need the money now though, obviously.
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Date: 2005-03-22 08:09 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-03-22 08:13 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-03-23 09:12 am (UTC)Use the time off to get your head straight, and figure out what to do about the job stress. If you're going to stay working there to pay off the car damage, then don't stress (I know, easier said than done!) just go in, do the job, get paid and go home. From the sounds of it they're not paying you enough anyway to get stressed about work.
Hang in there! And mega-respect to Jake for being so cool and loving.
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Date: 2005-03-23 10:20 am (UTC)