So, my day started off with meeting Bonnie’s mom in the kitchen, dressed and ready for church. She woke up this morning thinking it was Sunday. She doesn’t usually lose a day until the end of the week, so this is new. Immediately following that, I grabbed the measuring cup I use to measure out my oats every morning and discovered the tiniest baby cockroach trapped by the slick stainless steel walls. So, naturally, I set about burning the fucking house down.

I had to make one final run to my mom’s house to pick up some shelving today. It is the last thing I’m taking before she moves next week. I went to U-Haul to rent a trailer, and I was met with a most unhelpful and uncaring individual. I’ve rented four or five trailers from this particular U-Haul office in the past month, and the process for renting every single one of them was exactly the same, so you can imagine my surprise when everything about this transaction was different.

As it turns out, I think this bitch didn’t want to get off of her lazy, fat fucking ass and go outside and hook up a trailer, so she stalled me until the other employee was done helping his customer, so he could do it for her. He apologized to me for her behavior, which was appreciated, but totally unnecessary.

When I got back home and was unloading the trailer, which it turned out I didn’t need because I could have fit everything into the car, a contractor drove by and tried to tell me the paint on my house was cracked and faded. I had no idea what he was talking about, but since he was there, I invited him inside to look at the giant hole in my bathroom. He set up an appointment for someone to come give me an estimate between 1:30 and 2:30 this afternoon. Fuck! Now I have a fucking appointment. This is why I never talk to strangers.

The guy came by to give me an estimate. I explained the situation, told him what I needed, and he told me what he could do for me. Then, he said, “I can have a crew here this week, does that work for you?” What the fuck are you talking about? How the fuck much is it going to cost? “$8,000,” he said. “Well, I don’t have $8,000, so I’ll have to figure something else out,” I explained.

So, he doubled down and told me that what I should really do, rather than just fix the hole in the floor and wall, is to remodel the whole bathroom. That way, they can save some money on labor, and instead of $32,000, they could do it for $26,000. Why the fuck not? As long as we’re spending $8,000 that I don’t have, why not 26 grand?

The day calmed down quite a bit after that, and thank the fuck christ because I’m not sure I could have dealt with anymore insanity today.