Ugh, yesterday stunk for me.
So I start off going to a friend's house around noon- and he literally played this game that I let him borrow for the whole three hours I was there. I told him I had to go home because I was so close to slapping him it wasn't even funny.
I'm literally at home for thirty minutes when I have a friend of mine sending me texts about how my UG's bookstore is coming after her for a rental she kept and she needs them to send her transcripts to places and all that jazz but her dad won't let her drive there because she has a drug addict ex that she was dating there (which, apparently he's in detox now, but her dad made a condition of her getting community college paid for her not to talk to him, which she still does). So, knowing this, I decide, "Eh, what the hell, I'll drive you over there!"
We run her errands and now it's about 4:50 and I'm like "Hey, I need to check with the Business Office and be sure they straightened out my stuff." So we start walking towards the office and I'm literally less than 20 feet from the door when this sharp-featured old lady cracks open the door, sees us, and locks the door.
I drive to the gas station and we get slushies and go back to her house, when she's like, "Oh snap I have Bible study in like an hour." So I say, since I haven't seen her in a while, "Hey, I'll go with you!" When we stroll inside her dad is there and they get into a financial spat while I'm just sitting there eating dinner with the other siblings and the stepmother.
We have to follow her dad since she's got four siblings and my car stalled trying to get out of her driveway- he didn't even hold up for us. After driving around for a while we finally find the house. And the subject is, I couldn't make it up, "how should Christians deal with being offended/angry".
So of course my friend manages to make a jab from the gate at her father and it just gets so many flavors of crazy. I'm agnostic, so when they were talking about "dealing with non-Christians" I just wanted to shrivel up and die some.
After this exchange and service, we have to drive home. My car stalls seven times getting her home- once on the highway. It's raining and all sorts of nonsense and we finally show up at her house in the torrential rain at 8:30.
And then I'm pretty much told when I walk in that I have to go home in an hour. I stay in, thinking it's just a concentrated cell and that it'd pass by the time 9:30 came.
It sure didn't! I hopped in that car after they gave me a poncho, stalled once getting out of her driveway, and drove in less than a quarter mile visibility. It took me a solid 25 minutes to get there since I was trying to stay on the road and not stall.
Now, I left for her house at 3:30. I have a brother and two dogs that are also at home at the time. My brother never tells me his work schedule- so I figured that since his store closes at 9:30 that he would be home.
Nope! Not a single new light was on and his car wasn't there- I had to parallel park between trees in the pitch dark and stormy weather.
I unlock the back door and go inside- the dogs are elated, but then my phone starts exploding with all these messages and missed calls. It was this girl that I've been helping out with discussion posts; I proofread and edit her original stuff because her writing is atrocious. She's hounding me to help her and I'm so ready to throw my stupid phone in the rain.
So I help her, I have the dogs run outside and come back inside, and my brother finally blows in at 10:30 and just says "Hey," as he runs upstairs to go to bed.
I'm furious, but I can't yell at him- he's got some serious rage issues and I'm the only other one here. My mom comes back later today, thank heavens. So I go sleep in the bonus room because I had to gut all my stuff two weeks ago from the dresser because my sister wants the furniture.
Thanks for listening to me whine. ^^