Heat Wave

The weekend isn't over and it's been hell. I've been through a lot and the only answer anyone ever has is, "well that's life." These are the people that are unhappy. I can't say I wouldn't have done things differently if I knew the outcome but damn. I can't help but feel so far behind. If you care to read my sob story, read the crudely written, broken up story below.

So my car was towed on the tail end of my 4th of july night. I had to work in the morning, I couldn't sleep. I was freaking out. I call the recovery number at 4am and talked to some shmuck. (Long story short) 

Me: You towed my car, that's fucked up, I was visiting a friend.
Shmuck: $235
Me: ...
Shmuck: $235 and $30 a day everyday after 5pm. 

I try my best to keep myself from raging; I stare at my computer, try to catch up on over-due projects. Projects for everyone else. Projects that don't pay. Projects that feel like a waste of time. It's over 90 degrees in my apartment and it isn't 8am yet. 

Sun comes out, it's now 9am, I burn my 1 resource I had (didn't know it would be my one resource) to get a ride to the office to pay the fine and recover my car. The towing service wouldn't take my money order I had originally had for rent due on the 1st. They refer me to a gas station a couple blocks north. I visit gas station #1. They refer me to gas station #2 a couple blocks west. Gas station #2 refers me to a spot that's a block away from my house.....I proceed back (4miles) back home and on the way checking every business to cash a money order. No luck. I wind up in a couple bad areas of the city and as I'm walking I can feel eyeballs burning holes right through me. The area was surprisingly quiet and reaked of sulfur and smoke from the previous nights' festivities. 

I try the sketchy spot by my house; it's an oversized room with an office in the corner. Couldn't help but notice the excessive negative space and the bullet proof glass dividing me and the woman who had her back to me talkig on the phone for 6minutes before turning around. I ask the sketchy woman in the sketchy spot by my house if she could help me out and cash my money order for $238 so I can recover my car for $235. She tells me she is going to take $30 out for service charge. I promptly left.

I went ahead and walked a few blocks back home. I can feel what I thought were vultures circling overhead. No vultures just the sun. I start to get dizzy. I sprint home. I arrive home and load up a bottled water and head back out for the door. My phone is dead so I leave it at home. On my way out the door and I remember my neighbor that lives underneath me has a bicycle. A bicycle he thinks is hidden on the side of the building. I knock on his door to ask to borrow it. No answer. Must be at work; I go downstairs towards the bike (very fluidly). "I'll return the bike as soon as I'm done," I tell myself. The bike has flat tires. 

I start jogging. bottled water is already hot. Jogging downtown. About 5 miles away from my house. Normally a 6 min drive on the highway becomes a 45min walk/jog in the 105 degree heat. I walk all the way down independence blvd and turn down paseo. I saw a few characters on the way. I see a an older gentleman waking up the street I'm walking down. Appears to be well dressed in a dark plaid suit. We make eye contact. he looks away. I'm still staring. He looks up, I look away. We cross paths and I notice his suit is shredded at the pants and cuffs and his undershirt is severely stained. He continues walking past and I look back as he's walking away as I try to stamp a story to him.  I get to the bank and with no issues and deposit the money order in my bank then walk BACK towards the river market area to the recovery office (4mi).

I get there, pay my dues and go to work. Rip my pants on the way into work. I ended up being late by 4 hours. 

Total distance traveled: Over 13 miles on foot.
Total resources used: 1
Total 'friends' available to help: plenty
Total 'friends' that did help: 0
Style points: 0

Grand total: fucking loser. 

It's getting harder and harder for me to decipher which is a life test/challenge and which situations are inevitable and fall into the, "that's life" category. It wasn't anyones' fault but my own, but I find myself in these situations more and more lately.

It's 12:40am and I have to be up in a couple hours for work. It's over 95degrees in my apartment, it's wayy to hot to sleep so I'll just stay up writing more sob stories.