Mourning my car and a visit

So my life sucks. My car is dead. I can either spend $2000 and fix it or get a new car. I'm going with option B. Thankfully Winter was good enough to drive me around town to look at cars. I found two options, but nothing that I really want to buy. After calling my mom I may now have my brother driving to BG to help me find a car. This is scary not only because all of his cars have been shit, but also because this is the second time in over 4 years he has ever visited me. I have a sneaking suspicion that it may have more to do with the large amount of bars in this college town. I just hope his visit is short, because I will not have his drunk ass camped out on my sofa.

Car trouble

Well another weekend is over and I am convinced that I need to stay locked in my bedroom from friday until monday. I had a horrible day at work on saturday, which is normal for me when I open. I still don't understand how everyone I work with goes retarded on the weekends and forgets how to do their jobs, but they do. After work I went to a Halloween party at my friend Jason's house. It was alright, a little dull, but alright.

Sunday morning I get up early and get ready to go to church. As I get out of the shower I realize that I am an hour early since daylight savings time is over. Since I was already up and showered I went with it and spent some extra time reading and watching tv before I left. I finally got to church and meet up with some friends in Toledo. After several hours of enjoying myself I leave to go home.

As I am getting on the highway to go home my car's oil light goes on and my car dies. I call my friends to pick me up and after a few phone calls get a tow truck to hawl off my car. I had no idea where to have my car fixed so I had the place that towed it recomend where to tow it. Now I have no idea what is wrond with my car, how much it will cost, or when it will be done. Having to relie on people for rides sucks. My wonderful roomate I am sure will soon be sick of this and most likely kill me. My friends will stop calling. My life may soon be over. I need my car back in working order. Now.

Am I an Asshole?

I don't get people at all. I just told a kid at work I don't care what how people feel and he got so mad at me he wouldn't talk to me. What the hell does it matter if I care how you feel? Really I know no one wants to know how I feel, including me, why then should I care how random people feel. As long as I know I'm not trying to hurt your feelings I don't care if you feel bad. Get a thicker skin people.

This leads me to my next point, why are people so emotional around me lately? Is a hello from me now a code for go to hell? Not that I don't enjoy making the occasional person cry, it is rather fun, but really what is up? Winter is almost here and it sucks, but GET OVER IT. Life goes on even if your miserable.

A Long Weekend (And not the Good Kind)

This was my last weekend working all weekend since we now have a new manager bring us up to 4 managers. What was really weird was that I opened Saturday, Sunday, and Monday. Well this meant that I couldn't do anything because I had to get up at 5 everyday. I still managed to make it out for laser tag with some people from work on Saturday night, although I didn't get much sleep that night.
Then there was work. Both Saturday and Sunday were miserable. I had people call in both days and of course we were ungodly busy all day long. Saturday I had to spend 2 and a half hours after work getting various items from other stores to make it through the weekend. I even drove to our store in Oregon on Navare. Let's just say I feel better about my store now. It was bad. Sunday was even worse than Saturday. I seriously wanted to cry. We were so busy and we had no one there working. After it was over I still had to call in two people in early to make it all work.
Well after three 6am to 4 pm shifts I have a day off. Unfortunately I had to miss out on Layla's 21st birthday celebration, or the a night of excessive drinking. I only got to meet them and have a shot with them before they left at around midnight. By that time I was ready to go to bed. I only was awake about ten minutes before I fell asleep. Life sucks.

Hello

Well this is it, my new blog isn't it pretty? Anyway I hope not to let this be my on going bitch session, but if that is what it becomes so be it. Long story short, I am a geek. Not just any geek a comic geek. I can go on for hours about comic book related issues and all in geek jargon.
Also I work at a fast food restaurant. I hate it, but I have no idea what to do with my life next so I am still there.
That is my life in a nutshell so hopefully you enjoy something you'll read here soon.