Yesterday I had another interview. I spent about 10 minutes attempting to put on pantyhose and finally got a pair on, only to have one leg twisted. I didnt have anymore pairs to dick about with, so I just left the pair twisted throughout my drive and interview. Pregnant women should NOT attempt to wear hose, I swear they really shouldn't unless you think its funny to watch and then I will just call you a Sadist and tell you to bite me.
The interview went fine. I don't know if you would call it good, bad or what - so I will say indifferent. I was 10 minuts late thanks to the crappy weather and the idiots who live here all their lives but have no fucking clue what it means to drive in snow/slush. So since its a job one hour away and I am now pregnant I will get the job. Of course, you knew that though right?
This morning my ass woke to drive the husband to work and the car won't start. No idea why, don't really care at the moment. The DH who is more like the 'big fucking ass who needs to shut up today' went ballistic on me, because this car is all my fault. He continued his fun torment the preggo by calling an hour later and asking me if I have it figured out yet and if he needed to find a ride home. My smart ass response was something like "that would be a good idea."
I called Roadside Assistance and waited on the tow truck. While deciding that they didn't need my CDs I walked out to the car and slipped on my ass, hard core using my right hand to brace myself. The tow truck came and now I am on the couch. I am in pain, I am worried about the fall and the bean sprout, I have no car, a bitch for a husband and wet pants. Oh and not to mention the fact that a job I want to apply for closes tomorrow and I needed to send the paperwork today by overnight and have no access to the post office.
Grrrr today sucks and I want my Ranger Candy!