The terrible, no good, rotten day!

Have you ever had one of those rotten, miserable, **tchy days where everything keeps on going wrong? Well, I had one of those days yesterday. It all started out when I tried to call my friend after I woke up. I dialed out, the phone rang 2 times and went directly to U.S. Cellular. I got a recording saying that there was a rumor going around that the government would pay your utility bills for you, and that it wasn't true. Then they said the account was temporarily disconnected, because of a past due bill. ARRRRRGGGGH! This is what I get for going on my parents Family Share plan. Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know, I should have my own phone in my own name. Well, for starters, it's only 25 bucks a month that I have to pay on that plan for my phone. I get 500 anytime minutes, unlimited nights at weekends (nights start at 7pm) and unlimited mobile to mobile calls, as long as they are U.S. Cellular customers. Great deal if you ask me! I was paying a little over 50 bucks before that for my own phone. So, I proceeded to talk to the billing department about it and found out that my mother hadn't paid the damned bill in 2 months! No wonder they shut the phones off! And at that point, I was wondering where in the hell my 50 bucks went that I paid her for the freaking phone bill!  UGGGH. So, I talked them into turning the phones back on for us and giving us till Monday to pay the balance off in full. However, it came with a price of course. They charged a 25 dollar fee on each line for reactivating the phones. ARGGGGH!! And I am not paying it. My mother is going ot pay it, cuz it's her freaking fault that I got into this damned mess in the first place. And next month, I'm getting off this ridiculous family plan, and getting my own line with unlimited everything. Screw it. I am not going to go through this bull**it again. And if that wasn't bad enough, I got a phone call later in the afternoon from my Uncle. His new/used car broke down by the Citgo station on Broadway. He needed a ride back to Kingman, where he lives. Ok, well, no problem right? WRONG! He specificly said he was on Broadway, at the Citgo station, near Family Dollar. So I drive all the way down Broadway, past John Bapst, and up to the citgo station, near Family Dollar. And guess what? NO AUNT AND NO CAR! I call them up, and ask why they aint there. It turns out, they were at the other Citgo station on Broadway, near the other Family DOllar, which is on the opposite end of Broadway! So that meant I had to drive all the way back through all that **tchy traffic on Broadway, especially near the school, and then hit every red light on the way back. Ok, so I finally get there, I get them into the car, get their walkers and groceries put into the trunk. Everything seems to be going great.  They kept on telling me what a nice car I had and how beautiful and new it looked. They asked me about the seat covers and all the decorations. I explained to them that I made most of the decorations myself from different things, and that I had to buy the seat covers directly from China, and that they cost me a hundred bucks, not including the shipping charges. Well, they loved them, said they looked great, etc. So, we stopped at Burger King and they bought me lunch. I had some french fries and chicken strips. Did I mention I despise Burger King? I hate it! Every time I eat there, I get horrifying diarreah. But I sucked it up and let them have their way and ate there. They're old, it's called respect. Ok, so the french fries were great. The chicken fingers were awfull. Way too crispy and very rubbery. But on a slightly happier note, I didn't have diarreah, afterwards! Yaaaay!! Ok, moving on. After worrying the whole time that my Aunt would spill her strawberry smoothie on my $100 seat covers or that my Uncle would drop some of his apple pie on them, or the dog might have an accident or puke on them....the unthinkable happened. We got to Lincoln and it came time to put gas in the car. At 3.89 cents a gallon, my uncle put in 10 bucks worth of gas for me. Lincoln is a 45 minute drive from Bangor, one way. That was another bomb, since I only had 8 bucks in cash on me at the time, which I had to put towards the gas. That's not the "Unthinkable" part yet, I'm just getting started. My mom called and suggested that I drop my Aunt and Uncle off at my her job, cuz she was just getting off of work and said she was heading home. They both live in Kingman, so it sounded great. Cuz there was no way in hell I was gonna make a round trip from Bangor to Kingman, on 18 bucks for gas. All right, so we pull into the parking lot at my moms job. I get my Aunt, Uncle, dog, and their belongings out of my car. My mom shows up and gets ready to get them into her car, when she decides to ask if they need to use the bathroom. My uncle says he needs to go. Ok, no problem right? WRONG! My mom lost her key to get back into her place of work. Soooo, she has to take my uncle over to McDonalds, on the other side of town to use the bathroom. Meanwhile, I'm stuck sitting in the parking lot with my Aunt, waiting for her to get back. While I"m doing that, I decide to use that time to inspect the seats for any crumbs or damages and fix them. And that's when the "Unthinkable" happened. I notice a large wet spot on the front passenger side seat. NO!!! NO!! NO!! It can't be, it couldn't be. The dog was sitting on the floor the whole time, so there was no way he could have peed on my seat. Oh? But wait, it wasn't the dog, it was AUnt! Apparently she had an accident on my $100 dollar Hello Kitty seat covers that I had to buy directly from China, and wait 2 and a half months for them to be shipped here!! I WAS PISSED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! NO pun intended there. Seriously I was livid! I bent down to smell it, just to make sure it wasn't a drink or something. ANd sure enough that stale, hiddeous stench of piss, filled my nose. YUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!! I wanted to scream every profanity known to man and say a few, ok, a lot, of not-so-nice things to my Aunt. But I couldn't. She's old, and well, she's my Aunt, and you just don't treat family that way. IT's not right. Again, it's called respect. So, I had to hold it all in. I politely asked her if she had spilled anything on the seat and she said "No, why?" And I said "Well, there's a big wet spot on the seat, are you sure?" And she said "No, I don't know what that is or how it got there.". Ok, they do say denial is the first stage, right?  At this point, I'm getting madder. Again, I asked if she was sure she didn't spill anything, and she said no. At this point, I'm about ready to explode! I walk away, get on my cell, and start making some phone calls to a few trusted friends and spill my guts and frustrations out to them. I made sure I was far enough away from Aunt, so she couldn't hear anything I was saying. When I returned, she asked me "Is everything ok? You look a little upset." Is everything ok? I look a little upset? Um, helo? You just pissed on my $100 dollar seat covers, the seat covers I waited 2 and a half months to arrive, and you wanna know if everythings ok????!!! "NO, IT'S NOT OK, YOU.......*&(&%$F ^%&^%#) ^%&*%^&*%*^!!!!" I wanted to scream out! OMG!! Seriously, you'd think she'd have at least owned up to it and given me an appology! But noooo, she had to sit there and play dumb and act like she did nothing wrong!! That's what really killed me!! Yeah, I know old people have accidents, etc. I know sometimes they get dimentia and they don't even know they've done certain things. But my aunt does not have dimentia, her mind is sharp as a tack. So, you know what if she did it, and really didn't know she did it, she still could have said "Oh no, I think I had an accident on your seat, I'm so sorry, what can I do to help?" How about coming to Mardens with me and buying me that 2 dollar bottle of pet stain remover I had to use to scrub the damned seat, to get ride of the smell and big stain you left behind on my freaking seat and the seat cover? That would have been nice! But no. I didn't get that. Why, cuz I'm everybodys doormat. I'm not worthy of an appology or even a thank you (right mom, yeah, you conveniently forgot to thank me for getting the damned phones turned back on). It just seems like every time I get something nice, it gets taken away from me or destroyed. I can't have anything. However, I will end this blog with a happy ending, cuz everybody just loves happy endings, don't they? The 2 dollar pet stain remover spray that I bought at Mardens did the trick. I scrubbed that seat down with it 3 times and let it air out over night. I washed the seat cover in hot water, through 2 cycles. Both the smell and stain are gone. NO traces of it remain on the seat or the seat cover. I forgot to mention one minor deatail about my seat covers. They are the most difficult things to put on that I've ever seen in my life! They come in 3 peices. Headrest cover, top and bottom of seat covers. And then we have the little stretchy straps that have to be pulled under the seat and closed with little metal hooks. You can't just reach under the seat and connect them. Nooo, that would be too easy! You litteraly have to use a metal coat hanger and attatch the straps to the top of it and pull it under the seat, under all the wires and new fangled electronic crap under there that is responsible for making the airbag system work properly. The seat has weight sensors in it and if you disturb the wiring under there, it will cause the sensors to malfunction and the airbag may not deploy in an accident, God forbid that should happen. SO, I really hope that by now, after reading that extra piece of info about my seat cover, you'll see why I was so angry about my aunt peeing on it. Oh one other thing went wrong that night. My awesome, black, sequin covered tank top, with a big silver star in the middle, fell apart in the wash that night. One point of the star detatched itself from the freaking shirt. And I was planning to wear that today, to open mic night. But all is not lost. I can just sew it back on, it's not really that big of a deal, but it's just the idea that it had to happen on that day, when everything else went wrong. I can only hope that today will bring much better luck and nothing but happiness and good vibes. Yeah right, keep dreaming sweetheart, lol.