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If it weren’t for bad luck…

January 20th, 2017

Last week was absolute hell. It extended into this week, and I 100% wanted to shoot someone.

Okay. That’s a lie. I never actually want to shoot someone. Or stab someone. Or punch someone (unless they punched me first). I should probably stop saying it.

It started with the propane/oil company. I called them on Thursday (1/5) to set up a tank fill because we were on 1/8 of a tank. I probably shouldn’t have waited that long, but we have 30 days to pay the bill, and we knew it would be a lot of money that we wouldn’t be able to pay until M got paid, so we wanted to make sure we’d have plenty of time.

When I called, the lady was all, “Oh, you need a fill soon! I’ll get that set up and we’ll be over in a couple of days.” Then the temperature dipped below 0 a couple of times over the weekend, and suddenly, it was Monday, and we were on E and they still hadn’t showed up. So I called again. And she started lecturing me about keeping a close eye on my tank like she hadn’t told me on Thursday that she would get someone out there immediately to fill it.

They offered to “try to fit you in” on Tuesday, and they managed, but by that time, the tank was empty, and we were trying to heat our house with space heaters.

Then, an insane amount of work came across M’s desk, including a request from a customer to work on things that were originally due in February over the weekend, and weekend on call. Normally, M just takes it in stride, but he hasn’t really had an actual break since Christmas. Every weekend, there’s something broken that no one else can handle. At least one night a week, he’s had to work into the wee hours of the morning. And the amount of new business they’re raking in is insane. Even some of the people he works with who normally top out at 40 hours a week are putting in 45-50 because there’s just that much that needs to be done.

Don’t get me wrong. The job security and the new business are great. But everyone needs a break.

And I’m not helping matters, because I miss him, and I want to be able to spend time with him, and I’ve been super emotional lately, so I’ve been crying about that a lot. I’m not really five, but sometimes I act like it.

And I know there are people who don’t get to sit beside their significant other every day while they work, and I’m sure they think I’m being ridiculous and selfish and whatever, but…

Okay, so imagine you and your partner are together all day, every day, but for 9-18 hours of every day, your partner sits in a soundproof glass cubicle. The cube has an intercom but its only function is to allow them to let you know if they need something, so it doesn’t really work well the other way. And then, when they’re allowed out of the cube, they still watch their email constantly, and can be called back into the cube at any moment.

I can look at him. I can touch him. But I can’t really talk to him. I can’t really have any meaningful quality time with him because by the time he’s done with work, if he finishes before he has to go to bed, he’s so mentally exhausted that he can barely muster the energy to watch something stupid on television.

At least when (most) people who have to go into work finally come home, they’re home. They’re present. They don’t have to worry about the next thing that is definitely going to break and need their attention.

I am so very grateful for his job and how hard he works. Without his determination, we wouldn’t have our beautiful house, and I don’t want to know what life would be like if we never got to this place. I love it here so much. But all the beautiful houses in the world can’t replace quality time with the love of my life.

Then, on a drive back to Schenectady, the PCS and traction control system broke in the car. It’s not 100% broken. When you restart the car, it resets itself, which probably means it’s a sensor. And it’s not even a necessary thing. It’s just meant to help you stay in your lane, and not spin out when the road is slick, and cars didn’t even have them until the 2000s. But our inspection is up in five months, and it has to be fixed before then. And it’s a big help when the roads are icy out here. Which is all the time, lately.

Then, on Tuesday, the elliptical broke. We took it apart and put it back together on Thursday, but it’s still broken. I found a fairly cheap one on Amazon that will work for us, but it’s going to be at least a month till we can afford it.

On Thursday, we were informed that he wasn’t getting paid until Tuesday or Wednesday, which would be 3 days after his normal pay date. His immediate boss took care of that, though, so he got paid on Friday morning. Thank goodness.

Friday, we spent the day in his office, and then went to the company party. It was late when we got home, and we got into a huge fight. I don’t want to talk about it. It’s over. We know what went wrong. We’re moving forward with the lessons it taught us.

Sunday, he had to work all afternoon and evening. We decided we’d go grocery shopping Sunday night. When he was finishing up work, I went out and started the car, and went inside to get ready. When we went back outside, the car had shut off and it wouldn’t start again.

Monday morning, the landlord came over and tried to charge the battery, but it wouldn’t take a charge. He was able to jumpstart the car, and we drove directly to the Auto Zone in Middle of Nowhere to get a new battery. We had them test the alternator while we were there just to be safe, and it’s perfect.

We did a little shopping at the Walmart there, and I picked up some more yarn so I can finish my scarf, and some new slippers because my old ones were completely broken and I couldn’t wear them anymore, as well as some things we needed. Then we went grocery shopping in Middle of Nowhere 2, and saved $70 by shopping the sales. Pretty impressed with us, there.

Annnnnd then on the way home, the car threw a code that has something to do with the crankshaft position sensor.

And then we got slammed with an ice storm, the day before M was supposed to drive in to work. AWESOME!

Sigh.

At least it wasn’t all bad. It definitely could have been worse. And we were able to resolve most of it, so that’s cool. Hope your week went better than ours. 💜

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  1. dweaver999
    January 20th, 2017 at 23:40 | #1

    Rayne,
    Damn, that was a bad week. I don’t think mine was that bad. Hopefully things will get better.

    Dave

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