OK, let’s start at the beginning...
Saturday, I was working late on what was my Friday (my last day of work before 2 days off). I was hoping for a quick exit, as was everyone else on the show. Well, the late NFL game screwed us from the get-go, but we really only had two segments that we had to re-do for that.
Then the Dodgers struck (to be fair, the Rockies were involved too). The last game of the night didn’t end until about 3:15 a.m., at which point I wanted to kill everyone on the Dodgers (and kind of hurt the Rockies -- I still place most of the blame on the Dodgers... they’re always pulling this crap).
OK, so at that point, I could finally leave. I had to drive Michael, our intern, back to his apartment in Hartford. We were well on our way when suddenly my car started making a horrible noise. I pulled over and discovered that one of my tires had basically exploded. D’oh.
Fortunately, we were right at exit 44, so I drove on my busted tire to my parents house and called my sister, who came and gave me the keys to my dad’s car so I could drop Michael off and get home.
I finally got home around 5:00, and got to sleep around 6. I woke up at about 1:30, loaded up my dad’s car with my custom rims and headed over to my parents house. Of course, when I got there, I had to disconnect my subwoofer to get access to my spare tire. Why didn’t I just put on one of my custom wheels? I’ve got no idea.
Anyway, I got the shitty spare on, drove to Sears, and had them do an oil change and tire rotation. That took about 2 and a half hours for some reason (mostly they suck) but was cheaper than getting the busted tire replaced. And I feel better about the wheels being on, since they were put on by professionals and not by me.
Of course, that killed my entire day, and now my subwoofer is still disconnected because I can’t get it back together, so I’m gonna have to go to Best Buy and have them do it.
OK, that’s a lot of ranting, but I’m tired and angry and I’ve got no bass in my car and I’ve wasted an entire day and I still have to do laundry and now I’ve written a really long run-on sentence and I just don’t care.