Last week was the Trifecta of Awful: The Jumper, The Dumper, and The Bumper. I was taking care of the last this morning. I had gotten rear-ended by a motorcyclist Friday morning, but fortunately no one was hurt. I did, however, get a good-sized dent in the hatch and lots of scratches in the bumper. My insurance company has a corporate office and an affiliated repair shop not too far from here, and that's where I headed this morning.
My appointment was scheduled for 7:30. I remembered this at about 7:05, as I stood in the shower. I also remembered that I didn't have directions for how to get there. And that I haven't arranged for Internet in the week since I've been back in my own apartment. It was already 7:35 by the time I called my mom (Hi, Mom!) to ask her to MapQuest the directions for me.
Because I was already late, of course I got lost. (Go big or go home, I always say. And I had a better idea of how to get back on track to where I was going than how to get home again.) I finally got there at quarter to nine. Fortunately, people in the insurance industry know that if you're there, you're already having a crap day, and so Insurance Man Jason was really nice about it. A few minutes later, I had the rental car and was ready to go.
I just needed to get one box leftover from my recent abrupt move out of my car. Then I ran back in the office and handed over my keys.
Oh, and I needed my lunch, too. Back to the office I go, re-collect my keys, get the lunch from my car, and hand them back in again.
Crap, what about my phone charger?
Screw it. Aaaand that's pretty much my new mantra.
(True: I have help at work again! I may actually be able to post semi-regularly--woohoo!)