Fer cryin out loud
Last night I got a call from a coworker who needed me to cover his shift tonight. I pounced on the opportunity, because in case you didn't know, I am broke as a joke. And three weeks of no teaching is looming like a thunderstorm of empty pockets. So I came to work today, rarin' to go. I drove, because when I left the house it was 100 degrees and very humid, and it sounded unfun and unbreathable and awful to bike. But I was working at the location in Lincoln Park, where parking is precious. I finally found a spot on a residential street that changes to permit parking only at 6pm. It's no problem because at 6pm the meters become free parking, so you just have to move the car. Still, I was a bit late to work after driving around looking for a spot. It was a crazy day, first chance to sign up for private lessons, confusion about who was working leading to an extra person at the desk, lots of substitutes and absentees, old employees working who weren't up to date on the current info, misprinted notices, the whole deal. Maybe it was the heat, but everyone we dealt with just seemed to be off a little bit. A really crazy night. The guy whose shift I covered actually stopped by, bringing us cold beverages to apologize for the scheduling mishap, which was really cool. I chilled out with a kids guitar class for a while, since their substitute teacher had the wrong location and was late. I talked with my WW boss, who sat in on a class of mine today for the first time; she thought it was great! I ate my dinner, a yummy salad we made yesterday, and some cherries and a plum. I listened to William Elliott Whitmore, one of my favorite artists to pass the time on the job. We waited for the extra super slow computer program to process private lessons. I chatted online with Ben. I helped lots of customers. I sold tickets, I mailed out schedules. I listened to Neko Case. I browsed music on this computer. I MySpaced. I OH FUCK THE CAR I FUCKING FORGOT TO MOVE IT OH SHIT I got a fucking $50 parking ticket! Fuck! Shit!
So I figured it out, hours and taxes and everything... I worked for free, for 7 hours. Fucking bitches.
posted by Lindsay @ Monday, July 31, 2006
3 Comments:
THAT SUCKS!! We keep getting tickets for parking in front of our own house. It is only 2 hour parking from 9-6. I don't know why since it's not like people are trying to park there and our car is in their way??? But I keep forgetting and...Oh shit...but ours "only" $20.00.
Keep thinking...Door County...Door County...
Parking tickets are one of life's annoyances that make me so angry I could spit! But then that obnoxious little parking checker lady could get my DNA and then would lock me up for life for something I didn't do. See how crazy that little lady makes me? And she smiles the whole time she's writing the ticket.
Lindsay, I understand.
Pay it as fast as you can and put it out of your mind forever. That is the way I deal with it, so it won't eat me up inside. I still occasionally think about that asshole at Milwaukee Wash Machine that charged my $50.00 to put a part that I didn't need back on his shelf!!!!! The nerve of my oven to spontaneously fix itself! And of course, don't get me started on the Spontaneous problem at OM where they forgot to say "GO". You see, it's the "forever" part that I have difficulty with. There, it's gone now. Whew. Some day you will tell that story, and it won't have quite as much sting to it. That is the hope, honey. In the meantime, that really, really sucks!!
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