Judecorp.

As if there haven't been enough crappy things in my life in the last couple of months, some yahoo in my neighborhood decided to egg the car and put an egg in the gas tank last night. As in, open the gas door, unscrew gas cap, put egg in, smoosh.

Apparently this can cause a problem in the fuel line and needs to be dealt with ASAP. Which involves the flushing (and total loss) of three-quarters of a tank of $2.60 gas.

This is what my morning will look like tomorrow:

5:30am - wake up, shower
6:30am - bring car to mechanic
9:30am - walk from mechanic to first home visit.
10:45am - walk back to mechanic, hope car is done

If the car's not done, I'm basically screwed because I have an assessment from 11:00 to 1:00, a home visit from 1:15 to 2:15, and staff meeting at 3:45. I have no idea how I'm supposed to get to all of these appointments with no car. I have no idea how I will walk miles through Southie with my bag, an assessment bag, and a frickin' balance beam (part of the assessment kit). And then I have a home visit at 5:30 that ends around 6:45.

5:30am to 6:45pm on a day following my double-job day where I work non-stop from 8:30am to 10:00pm (where 8:30 to 9:10 was spent in the work parking lot cleaning egg off the car). And sure, I can cancel visits, but if I don't make productivity by Thursday, I can't flex out Friday to take my grandmother out for her birthday. So I can cancel visits to fix the car and have to cancel on my grandmother, or find some crazy-ass way to make it work. Regardless, the car will get fixed with the money I was going to use on grandma's birthday. Fan-freaking-tastic.

I am so sick of this crap. I can really understand why people want to hurt themselves sometimes, because right now I just want to drive that ridiculous effing car into the largest tree I can find.