My love for you is like a truck.

Riding for 10 hours on the hump seat of a pick-up truck really really hurts. Like, a lot. I had been squished up for so long that all of the muscles in my upper body were totally pissed. Whenever I would take a breath, it would hurt in my neck, shoulder, and arm. So then I would switch the way I was breathing, and it would hurt in my stomach and back. Ugh. What an ordeal. But we have furniture!

And while I love my father, I really have zero tolerance for his attitudes and behavior sometimes. I understand that people get irritable and agitated (myself included), but I really don't see the point of cutting someone off mid-statement only to yell at them to "shut up and let someone else talk." And when I expressed my displeasure at this, he stated that I thought I was God. Well no, the words I was looking for were "more polite." Ugh.

I just didn't like him getting all kinds of irritable and nasty at Jen, who was doing him a favor by taking over some of the driving. (I couldn't, since no one else would sit on the hump.) I guess he has some modicum of tact, though, since he had enough sense to apologize to Jen later (but not to me). Frustrating indeed.

We got back to Boston around 10:30pm and had the truck unloaded by 11:00. Then we ate dinner. Then Jen graciously offered to go back to RI with my dad at midnight to get the car so that I could try to wind down, catch my breath, and get some sleep. She is the greatest ever. I feel lots better today, even with all of the squishing yesterday. Phew!

Interacting with my father, if nothing else, shows how much better Jen's and my relationship is than anything I ever learned as a child. <3

Now, off to a home visit!

Parking ticket

I got a parking ticket this morning. I am so furious about it.

I'm furious because I didn't have any other freaking /options/. And I DO like options. I got to my home visit on time, and circled the street THREE times with no parking in sight. You see, this particular housing complex borders a university or two in the area and the whole freaking street was packed to the gills with cars that were not residents. It was so infuriating! I was paranoid about being too late for the visit (first impressions and all of that), and I didn't want to risk parking in the complex lot and the potential of getting towed, so I squeezed in on the street juuuuuust covering a handicap ramp on the sidewalk.

And I felt totally bad about it because I'm pro-accessibility, but I didn't know what else to do in the heat of the moment. I drove that whole freaking neighborhood three times!

Well, now I know what I can do about it. Pay 50 freaking bucks that we don't have. I am so livid I could spit fire. What the heck do they expect me to do in that situation??!?!? I'd appeal, but I don't know if that will put Jen in jeopardy. (The car is registered to her, so technically the ticket is hers.)

Argh argh argh argh I hate this crap I want a job where the people come to ME argh argh argh!

(On the plus side, I got to see Ms. Shani Jean tonight. Yay!)