In A Day Of The Life Of

Let me give you a peek into the life of me. I know I might complain about the shit that might go on in my life, but this shit I really can’t make up!

Last Thursday I went to the doctor because I was experiencing more and more headaches, so she put me on a different medication. I started to take the new prescription and for 3 straight days – Friday, Saturday, and Sunday – I had a headache straight through. I stopped taking the new medication and the headaches stopped. Some help this new medication was for stopping my headaches!

So, my 3-day weekend was now in the shitter, so Monday night I was watching TV and I noticed the TV was getting blurry. I rubbed my eye and rubbed my eye and rubbed some more, but no relief was in sight. After an hour of fighting the blurriness, I had to take out my contact and found out my eye was infected. YEAH! All night I washed out my eye and tried to keep it as clean as I could. The next day I stayed home from work because I could not see out of my left eye. Later that night I was supposed to watch Pearl Jam in concert, but if I was blind in one eye, I wasn’t sure if that was going to be possible. All day I washed my eye every 30 minutes, so by 4 pm I was finally able to put in my contact. I was able to see. I guess my luck was starting to turn. I knew I wasn’t living in a black cloud every day.

I left to pick up my friend for the Pearl Jam concert, knocked on her door to get her, went back to my SUV to drive us to the concert and my FUCKING SUV would not start! My black cloud found me again. We tried to jump start the thing, but nothing happened. The engine just would not turn over. After sweating our asses off trying to get my SUV to start we gave up. So we wouldn’t miss the concert, my friend ended up driving us. The Pearl Jam concert was AWESOME!!!!, but I was able to truly enjoy it because I was thinking about my SUV and wondering what the hell could be wrong with it and if I was going to be able to drive to my conference on Friday.

The next day, Wednesday, I called a my insurance company to get my car towed, since it wouldn’t start and they would have a wrecker come to tow me to the dealer. The wrecker was to meet me at my SUV. I headed to meet him and got caught in some road construction traffic and was about 10 mins late and the wrecker left. Typical DeMarco luck!!! I had to go back to my office, call the insurance company, they had to call the wrecker to come back and then I had to go back and meet them once again. When I got to my friend’s house I tried to start my SUV, just to make sure it still didn’t work, and it did not start. Finally, The wrecker showed up and the guy tried start the SUV and it started. The fucking thing Started!!!!!!! I about shit in my pants, I was so pissed. I could not believe it. I had him still tow it to the dealer just incase, and once there, the SUV started about another 5 times with the service agent watching as I tried to reproduce the problem I had the night before. I felt like a total prick. They are going to try to find the problem and fix it by tomorrow night. I still have to drive to Charlotte on Friday. We’ll see how that goes.

After I had the service agent look at my SUV and write up the ticket I needed a ride back to my office because I left my condo keys there. I had the courtesy shuttle take me, but first he had to drop someone else off first. We drove about 20 mins out of the way to drop the lady off who didn’t know where she lived, or how to get to her place. I was so mad! Finally, I had to try to figure out where she lived and try to translate it to our straight off the boat from China driver who spoke two words of English. I thought I was in some kind of Twilight Zone movie; it was so comical, this ride was. This lady did not remember the name of her street, the driver could only say Metro (subway), but sounded like “met-row.” Once we dropped this bitch off at a corner that looked familiar to her, we headed to the metro, so he could make his scheduled pickup. Then back to the dealership we went. I told him he needed to take me to my work and he just looked at me. I am not sure why he thought I was still in his car, but I wanted to just punch him. I just said, “GO!” and pointed. After 45 mins I made it to my office, which was only about 2 miles down the road.

When I was in the elevator I thought about when I get my keys I had no way of getting home, so I was going to need to walk back to my condo. Which I guess was the perfect way to end my day; a mile walk in 90-degree weather in a long sleeve shirt. But to my surprise, my coworker was just leaving and I was able to snag a ride with her. Thank God for small favors! When I got home I quickly became an alcoholic!

Peace,
DeMo