I'm feeling generally shitty on this glorious hump day. My car is still in the shop. I am sick of being stranded without it. The estranged one was not working today (although he did not inform me of this). He was off galavanting around with his cousin, taking said cousin's car while his sat idle in Mom's driveway. How do I know this? My spies are everywhere! I'm thoroughly pissed! I really could have used that car today. I'm beginning to forget what it feels like to drive something other than a postal vehicle!
I've had no reports from Mr. Mechanic Man on the status of my car, other than the secondhand ones from a friend of a friend. Can't this guy at least call me? Does he not realise that I am his mail carrier, I know where he lives?! If he does not contact me soon, he's going to find me waiting on his porch one evening. I may just "go postal" on him, too! The only bright spot I've seen in the entire automobile situation is that my friend had a similar job done on her car last year by this mechanic, and he only charged her about half of what I expected the bill to be. If such is the case with my car, I suppose I can forgive him for keeping it so long.
On the work front, our mail count begins on Friday. They are shoving every piece of bulk rate mail that they can find through the system as quickly as possible to avoid it being counted. The count is a mere two weeks this year, making it easy to "lose" a lot of bulk mail for the duration. Dammit! I know that I am going to be screwed! I see yet another year of working six days a week in my future, only I doubt I'll be making as much money as I am now.
Perhaps my favorite Hump Day Hunk will cheer me...
