The most crap you had to deal w/ in 24 hrs

Ok I just gotta tell my woeful tale and I bet U guys have even worse.

Last night we went out of town to see some fireworks w/ the wee ones....U know how congested traffic can get trying to leave a carnival, well we didn't have a lot of gas to start w/ so we ALMOST ran out.

Before hopping on the highway we stop at a gas station so we DON'T run outta gas. AFTER filling up I am told by the cashier that they can't take my check...AND since we've just switched banks I have no debit card yet. OK fine it happens...they take my license and all the info they need (blood type, next of kin)....the guy was really nice about it, but he DOES tell me if I'm not back w/ the $33.01 before tomorrow midnight it will be called in as a drive-off....ack.

Ok so all goes well till the next day...TODAY....gee I don't HAVE $33.01 in my account...oops!!!! So I call a gal who owes me $ to please write me a check and drop it by before I get the coppers comming after me. (BTW did I mention my hubby is a cop?) She gladly does.....problem solved? HARDLY!

So I drive to my bank to cash her check and since I don't even have the $33.01 in my account they of course won't cash a 2 party check. But the gal does mention that my friends check is drawn on a bank not far from here so go there and THEY'LL cash it....ok great

So off we go....me, my son, and our dog. The OTHER bank says we'd be happy to cash the check for U....but U must come in to put UR thumbprint on it, it's a new anti-theft program apparently. Ok I also remember at this time that I left my LICENSE at the gas station last night, how in the hell am I gonna cash a check? Ah....but I have an old expired license....lucky me, maybe they won't notice. Side note: They DID notice but the best thing that happened all day was that they still cashed the check, woot.

Okay $ in hand....I'm off to pay for my stolen gas and pick up my son who works in another town. About 3 minutes on the highway and my back right tire blows out!!!!!! I shit U not. *sigh* So I crawl along to the next exit and pull into a gas station...no NOT the same one alas.

A VERY nice Super Trooper happens to follow me off the highway and after telling me I damn near caused an accident he proceeds to change my tire for me. But I only had one of those lil 'spare doughnuts' in the trunk, but hey it's better than nothing. He informs me, and rightly so, that I CANNOT continue on the highway w/ this short term tire so after thanking him I limp home...call my son and tell him he's screwed cuz i can't pick him up.

Oh but wait.....If i don't pay the $33.01 before midnight I'll have an en'TIRE'ly (pun intended) different police encounter to deal with.

So after attempting to find an alternate route to this gas station which does NOT involve the highway, hubby is at this moment on his way to pay for the stolen gas. Gee I wonder how that'll turn out and if i'll have more to add later.

I wanna hear some more 'crappy day' stories...but if noone posts it's OK...cuz this was very theraputic. I guess things could be worse. lmao

How about a crappy week?

I'll never forget when my husband went on one of his last 2 week trips for the Army Reserve. My daughters were 6, 2 and 3 months. He was going to New Jersey for 2 weeks in the middle of the summer.

The day after he leaves, our central air went up. It liked to do this every summer at some point but this year it decided to wait until the temperatures outside hit 100. So the house was extremely uncomfortable. I couldn't afford to replace it so I just had to put small vans by the vent and let it run at half-crappy for the week.

Needless to say, it was unbearable in the house. I kept the upstairs closed off at night to try to keep some cool air in the bedrooms for sleeping. I closed the bathroom door as well.

Well the next morning, I woke up and got out of bed. Stumble to the bathroom only to find the door locked. As I did the morning bathroom dance, I tried to pick the lock on the door. I could not do it. So I kicked it in. Its amazing how powerful your kick is when your bladder is full.

The next day, while at work, I decided to go out for lunch to pick up diapers. Everything was fine, come back to work and get ready to leave for the day. I have a very long walk to my car from the parking lot so I ALWAYS grab my keys and put them in my hand before I leave my desk. I scooped them up, got to the gates at the building and started to get my car key ready in my hand. I look on my ring, no car key. I kept moving the keys over and over thinking I was going crazy. No car key to be found. I went back into work, asking if anyone took it as a prank. No one had. Retraced my steps from the car, back to the desk. Checked lost and found in the other building, nope.
No car key. Luckily, my husband left his keys. I had to get a friend to drive me home, get his keys, come back to work and then go back home again.

That very night, my middle daughter came down with strep throat. I was up most of the night with her and took her to the doctor the next day. The night after that, my oldest came down with it. I had to go back to the doctor the day after that and get her checked.

So after getting through those days, I think I had one day of no incidents. It was made up for the following day. I was in the middle of washing clothes, and the basement sink started to overflow. The drainage lines were clogged. I had to get a plumber out to snake the lines and it cost me 200 bucks.

The very next day, the washer stopped working. Of course, it stopped working RIGHT in the middle of a load of laundry. So I had a tub of clothes sitting in water, that I had to hand wring out each one and make an impromptu clothes line outside for them to drip dry. That meant lugging me, 3 kids and a crap load of laundry to the laundromat for the next week.

Now you see why I said it was the LAST time my husband went away for 2 weeks. Re-enlistment was not an option after that.

edited to say..my husband is a cop too, Nyx. I feel your pain...lol

Awww Blayze.......see!!!! I KNEW misery loves company....

Oh my.....and U know Blayze, hubby and I have DISCUSSED a year long assignment over in Kosovo that pays Law enforcement officers VERY well to train others.....gee maybe him being gone a year would be even worse than I thought.....

Sometimes if we didn't laugh we'd cry.

See how helpful it was to just to write it down? lol

Ah to vent! Good thread. Here's mine...

Last Wednesday (22nd) my boss called me, in a panic, after hours. Time sensitive documentation had to be on the East coast by 3:00pm the next day and they'd missed their ship time for FedEx. There were no couriers available and even if they put it on a plane, they couldn't get ahold of the sales rep out in the area it needed to go so didn't know if anyone would be able to pick it up, "would I be willing to deliver them?". And so the next 24 hour travel fiasco began. Let's see if I can condence this...

10:10pm-hop a flight to Newark w/ a connect in Charlotte, NC
6:00am-Arrive in Charlotte and sit in a bar drinking coffee, waiting for connecting flight to Newark
7:00am-Time to board, go to gate, flight has been cancelled
7:05am-Stand in line to try and book another flight to Islip, Long Island (close enough to Newark)
8:30something-Board connecting flight, arrive, sales rep picks me up (he made it after all)
Noon-Head out to deliver documentation
1:00pm-Speed to make it to la Guardia for a 3:00pm departure
2:25pm-Try to get boarding pass but online ticketing is not working
2:36-Denied access to flight because I was 6 minutes late checking in
2:37pm-Call travel agent to get me on another flight
3:00pm-Head to other terminal, grab a bite to eat(first meal since 11am day before)
3:45pm-Go to gate, flight has been delayed, eat my food, look at board, flight has been delayed further
4:00pm-Call travel agent again, book another flight on a different carrier
4:55pm-Sit on tarmac of La Guardia for 40 minutes
Lost track of time at this point-Take off and land in Dallas for connecting flight early...too early
Gate not ready, sit on tarmac in 95 degree weather
8:00pm-Get to gate and flight to San Diego delayed
9:00pm-Take off to San Diego
9:45pm-Home, sweet home...but wait...
"Ladies and gentlemen, the gate is malfunctioning and we have to be towed to a new one" oh FFS!
10:20pm-Walk out of terminal and my bf is nowhere to be found. Have a total meltdown.
11:30-Finally home
Now, folks, keep in mind that I've had a total of 2 hours sleep since the following day when I woke up for work at 7:00am. I hate flying so sleep was almost totally out of the question.
I have a new appreciation for the sales team I support and all the travel whoas that they endure on a weekly basis. I NEVER want to do that again.

On one good note, I'm an hourly employee so I am getting paid for 25 hours of work. Sweet!

Trinity as I read that I was gonna post....hey I don't see SLEEP anywhere in here....but then I see U DID mention it and the LACK OF it.

Yes venting is good, I think I will vent more in the future....not 'BITCH' but vent....there's a difference.

And I think I'd rather have the flat tire and stolen gas....at least I was close to home.

OK folks I officially dub today 'Whiners Wednesday'. have at it.

Yay for Whiner's Wednesday! Oh, I did try to get more sleep on the last leg of the trip from hell but there was a rather large lady sitting in the middle seat who also kept falling asleep and each time she did her elbow found it's way into my ribs. argh! I won't even go into what happened on Friday of that week.

Some days begin and when they do.... you just KNOW you should have stayed in bed. Mine was yesterday.

Wake up with stuffy nose and pounding headache.

Remember Doctor appt at last minute.

Call Boss about appointment and am reminded about important conference call.

Participate in conference call at doctors office with 5 curious onlookers and two screaming kids.

Doctor tells me that I have to see specialist, not even going into the whole thing, but basically it means I may be out of remission.

Leave doctors office and get to work, only to discover that during the weekend (which was well into the 100's here), the AC went out and the building is a steam bath.

I run to my office to discover that "Sushi" my beta fish of three years who lives on my desk in my office is dead. Yes. He was 3 years old and getting up there but the extreme heat pushed him over the edge.

I put Sushi in a bag and put him in the freezer so that I can bury him at home.

Someone decides to clean out the freezer at work and Sushi winds up in the trash.

I fish him out.

I finish the day working in a steam bath, but the guys in the lab do hook up a fan and point it at my office.

I leave work with a partically frozen dead beta and while driving home, the AC in my car takes a final nose dive (it's been dying a slow death for about a week now) - it's still in the 90's here.

I continue a miserable commute with no AC and a dead fish in the car.

I finally get home, walk into my house, begin to change clothes and the phone rings.

Someone who does some work for me is right outside my house and wants her check - is it ok to come in. (The check has been on the table for three days, she has a key and instead, she waits until I come home to get the frigging check). I know she just wants to visit, but I am sincerely not in the mood and border on being rude trying to get rid of her so I can bury my fish and just end this bloody day.

Fortunately, she got the idea and left quickly. I made dinner, logged into SL, went to a pow wow and felt much better before I ended the day.

Today is better, but I look at the empty corner of my desk and really miss Sushi, my little beta fish.

Sooo sorry about UR fish that really sux, ANY pet is a beloved one.

But if this isn't too insensitive....why did U name a PET fish 'Sushi'?

j/k *winks*

Irony - I've always been fond of it.

He became the company mascot, so now that everyone I work with knows he died, they want me to get a new fish so that we can have a little contest to name him. Working with a bunch of cryptographers and engineers, that sort of scares me... If you think the name Sushi was bad....

Maybe I'll look for one this weekend, but there can never be another Sushi.

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Awww... poor little Sushi

p.s. Hope you're feeling better, Rose.

My 3 year old daughter took her diaper off this morning (again) and painted her wall with her poopoo then held her hand out for me when I got her and said over and over "paint? paint?" - Found her diaper, it was empty so i had to go on poopoo hunt in your completely trashed room. What a way to start the day!

Oh my Sugar......children express themselves in soooo many ways, obviously U have a budding artist!!!! She just has a different medium than most *giggles*

I run a daycare and on my WHITE bathroom wall by the toilet often see the tale tell signs of a 'JOB' well done.....I've been tempted to DNA test it so I could nab the culprit.