I seem to have a lot of different theories about a lot of different things, but this I know is fact: rain does not like me.

Why?

I give you this scenario: I spend twice as long driving to work today as I normally would just because the roads are wet and everyone automatically becomes an retard driver. It’s not even raining, but since there is the slightest bit of water on the road, people lose their heads and drive like mad-men (but mostly mad-women). And of course as I pull into the parking lot of my office, rain starts pouring out of the sky. Thus, I am forced to clumsily grab my umbrella, keys, mp3 player, laptop bag, etc. while trying to not get wet.

Sure, pure chance you say. Nothing more than a meteorological anomaly. But because rain REALLY doesn’t like me, it decides to do the same thing at lunch, after work, and at the gym. Wonderful. I drive, no rain. I walk, stupendous pouring. But at least there will be lots of snow soon.

Which leads into my next topic… which is more of a splurge than anything:

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It’s been a while since I’ve posted something consisting of purely text, but unfortunately my story of yesterday’s hardships requires me to do so. So keep up you ninnies.

In the beginning, before it all started, Thursday Feburary 2nd, 2006 was to be a wonderous day. It was to be the day that I finally get my stitches cut out of my leg (see pictures from previous post); an end to the constant itching and stinging brought upon by the strings occassionally snagging on my pants.

But the powers to be were out for blood. Right when I walk out the door in the morning, I notice that my front right tire was completely flat. In a rush to get to the doctor’s, I hop into my dad’s old minivan (remember the Previa I drove in high school?) and continue to the doctors. No problem.

I come back with my stitches finally removed and get to work on the flat on my car; but when I replace my flat with my spare tire, I find out that my spare is flat as well… double the goodness. I didn’t want to just leave my Civic on a deflated tire, so I drive over to the local gas station with 25 cents to operate the air hose. On the way, i crawl at a speedy 25mph in a 40mph zone, and receive a few lovely gestures and stares as assholes tailgate then pass my car. Well, I guess I would have done the same in their shoes, can’t blame that. I get some air, then park my car, and head over to costco with the original flat tire.

After dropping off my tire I finally roll into work around 11AM where I am immediately greeted with 3 voicemails, and about a dozen emails asking for a prompt response. For about the entire day, I was constantly on conference calls, responding to inquisitive emails, and handling retarded busy work. Including a guy who couldn’t open my CAD drawings because his computer was too old and decrepit.

Anyway, Costco ends up calling me around 3pm and the conversation goes something like this:

Dude: “Your tire is unrepairable, you’ll need to buy a new one”
Me: “Damn”
Dude: “We pro-rated your old $62 tire, so you’ll only get some back”
Me: “Not all of it?”
Dude: “No, and we don’t carry $62 tires anymore, we only carry $87 tires”
Me: “Damn”

What can I say? I got jacked by some faulty tires, I can’t remember running over or into anything. And on top of it all, it was my sidewalls that had been punctured… Coupled with more work and school till 9:30PM, yesterday turned out to be just dandy.