W.T.F

Here’s a little WTF Wednesday post for every body.

You know the terminology, when it rains it pours. Well it’s raining fucking buckets over here.

First let me explain a few things.

1. My husband and I share a car between us. There are several reasons for this decision, many of them being we don’t want to incur any more debt and we gave ourselves a challenge to go without it as long as possible. It’s actually been quite easy thanks to public transportation, proximity of both of our working situations and similar schedules. Actually it’s been better than easy, it’s been ideal. So ideal in fact we further challenged ourselves to pay our car off before we bought a new one. An idea that was so flippantly decided among matching schedules and wedded bliss.
2. My husband is a teacher. Therefore he works summer jobs. Most of the time jobs which are crazy hours, weird shifts, and lack of freedom. Basically everything I hate in a job.
3. This has created a transportation situation that is less than ideal.

WELL. SHIT GOT WORSE.

Today is the last day of summer for my husband. Which means the very LAST day I have to worry about a ride home. The LAST day he’s not working right down the road. And the LAST day I have to count on the good graces of my friends and family to take pity on my carless soul.

And well today was my mom’s day. She was going to pick me up, we were going to stop by the dress store to pick up my bridesmaids dress and she would take me home and we would have a happy go lucky car ride full of bubblegum, sunshine and happiness.

Welp. My mom forgot. Which means her and my stepdad carpooled into work. My stepdad works in bumblefuck USA. Which means by the time he would pick me up from work it would be significantly after I got off.

That’s not a problem you are probably thinking? Which is correct. Who couldn’t use a little OT? But unfortunately fate is not smiling upon my soul today. Nope. Fate hates me.

Because being the dumb ass that I am. I scheduled a dress pickup appointment from the exclusive bridal shop to pick up my newly arrived bridesmaids dress for my best friends upcoming wedding.

Once again – not a problem. I could just reschedule the pickup for another day and just go home at 6 and be done with it.

Welp. Nope. That’s not gonna work either. Why? Well because THE DRESS GIRL HAS THE FLU AND WENT HOME EARLY THIS MORNING AND LEFT MY $200 DRESS WITH THE STATIONARY STORE ACROSS THE STREET.

That’s right. My dress is sitting at some random card store across from the boutique I bought it at ready to be picked up at 5:15. TE-FUCKING-RIFFIC!

So here I am sitting at work with a lot of friends that generally love me and would usually have no problem taking me home.

Except, one has to stay till 6 as well, another one has a personal training appointment and has to leave at 430, one isn’t working, and the other one lives on the other side of town.

So I find myself again sitting at my desk trying to calculate walking distance from the public transportation rail to the dress store and then back home. In 95 DEGREE HEAT! All because I don’t have a damn car because we are trying to be “smart” financially.

I WANT TO TELL OUR FINANCIAL PLANNER TO GO EFF HIMSELF. I WANT A CAR.

WTF.

 Exit Work. Enter Vodka.

(ok. On a side note, I love Belle she’s awesome and offered to come pick me up and take me by the store and take me home. Which I almost took her up on until my husband responded to my maniacal text that he asked his boss to leave early…… so crisis is completely averted. And I just wrote a long very ranty WTF post…ooops…..  what can I say I’m PMSing)