Animal attack

Yesterday, when I woke up at about 4pm, my day started rough! Here's my rough go of it:

Reese was stressin' about finishing her portfolio so she can student teach. We had to see a house at 7pm. I needed to go running. I also needed to eat, which I have little time for as it is. The job I applied for seems to be stuck in limbo. All of this accompanying my usual gripes about the price of gas, the mileage I put on my car driving to Pittsburgh every day, and tending to the needs of five kittens.

Then, after I realize I can't afford the house we just looked at, I come to the conclusion that my "new job" is moving further and further from my grasp. I haven't heard ANYTHING from either Human Resources or my would-be new boss in WEEKS. I was under the impression that they were filling the position starting Monday, October 23. Who knows, anymore.

So I've pretty much drug myself down about as far as I can go before I head out to work at 11:15pm. Midnights... bummer... Anyway, I must have walked back and forth to my car about a half dozen times to get things I had forgotten on my way out the door. After I finally get in the car and head out, I put on some old ass relaxing tunes and make for work.

Its dark out. I rarely speed in my car. Its brand new, and its not like it was built for speed anyway. I'm literally less than a mile away from work when a deer jumped off a hillside and lands on the very front of my car. Ugh. It didn't do much damage, just popped the grill out and left a thumb-length crack in my plastic bumper cover. Nothing great, but I'm still pretty pissed. I baby that car, and still I end up with a beat car.

Lookin' forward to tomorrow when I can just relax and figure out how to fasten my grill to my car without sending it to the shop for another few weeks. Rough day!