Let me get one thing out of the way right now. I don't really hate Mondays
in general, or any day of the week for that matter. Hating one particular
day of the week is silly, as it's going to come up once a week, and who
really wants to spend one seventh of their life in a day that they hate?
That said, I really hated this Monday. So much in fact
that it's taken me until now, early Wednesday morning, to sit down and
write about it.
It all started on Saturday evening, when the car was making
an odd noise, which turned out to be the radiator trying to suck coolant
from the overflow tank, which was low. After topping it with antifreeze
the noise went away, so it was assumed that it was just that the coolant
had gotten a bit low, no real problem. Wrong. On Sunday evening the car
quit about a block from home, and wouldn't start again. Thankfully a neighbour
was around and helped up push it to his driveway for the night (the car
would naturally decide to quit at the bottom of the hill). In the morning
a tow truck was required to haul the car to a garage, where it was discovered
that the timing belt had broken and the water pump needed to be replaced.
That was over 400 bucks with the labour.
But that's far from all the badness of the day. As the car
was in the shop, I had to walk to work, which is a half hour walk, not
so pleasant when the temperature is well below freezing. Then there was
work. Don't get me wrong, I like my job, and quite frankly, I'm good at
it, but some people are hard to make happy. Especially people who buy
computers, but know absolutely nothing about them, and refuse to call
the tech support line when they have difficulties, and then call in their
friends who are allegedly "experts." Said people then manage
to completely mess up the computer and decide to return it for a refund.
So I was hit with the largest refund I've ever had. Throw in a nosebleed
and you've basically got a summary of my day.
Am I upset? Well, I'm not thrilled about the day I had,
but it could have been much worse. As I say, there's nothing that can't
be made worse by the addition of several thousand army ants and a Michael
Bolton CD (with the possible exception of being buried in sand to your
neck and being eaten by army ants while listening to Michael Bolton, that
simply doesn't get any worse). I can take comfort that I have a roof over
my head, enough food to eat, a job I enjoy, and enough money in my bank
account to pay my bills. I really don't have much to complain about. Still,
I must admit I'm not particularly looking forward to next Monday.