I don't know why I feel so worn out today. I woke up and I had 6 voicemails waiting for me. I checked... mom, dad, mom, mom, mom... and mom. Great. Turns out I overslept by 2 hours, missed the inspector at the body shop, and the call from the other adjustor, although she didn't even have my correct number. I called the adjustor to run through the claim to make sure everything was cool. My dad went ahead and gave her all the information, so I just confirmed everything. The funny thing was I really felt like having a conversation with her. She was nice to talk to, and she sounded like she didn't have a care in the world. Add that to the fact I haven't had a good conversation with someone in a while, and she sounded pretty young, and I was thinking she lived in the area because we work number was a 714 number... it sounds kind of sad, yes, but whatever. I half entertained the idea that I might call her back and just see if I could make some small talk, but the more I thought about it, the less I felt like doing it. I can always dream...
I went to Costco for a chicken bake and to pick up the pictures I dropped off who knows when. In the parking lot, some lady in a Jaguar honked twice at me because I was letting someone clear out. Ooooooh... I wasn't happy, but I smiled and let another lady go ahead in front of me and I took my time. No impatient parking lot queen is going to spoil my parade, even though it's not much of a parade. For some reason I just went around smiling at people at Costco, besides the time I spent staring at the people who go around oblivious to everyone around them. What a way to go through life.
Finally getting home, I prove once again to my mom that the freeway is a good thing. I arrived at the body shop a full 15 minutes ahead of her. She wanted me to follow her and take surface streets in the 90 degree heat. Ridiculous. After the car was squared away, we went to Enterprise (next door) to get a rental car, but they didn't have anything less than 29 bucks. We went to the Diamond Bar Enterprise and they had a Saturn. The guy working there reminded me of my old friend Joseph from high school. I could imagine that what he'd look like in ten years. He even spoke like him too. Trippy. I got some boba at the Lollicup there (buy 1 get one free!) and the Enterprise guy told us we could upgrade to a Cavalier for free, but it was in Chino Hills. My mom went home and one of the employees drove me over to the other Enterprise in Chino Hills. We talked about working and driving, comparing valet to his job, how old people don't drive fast and complain, but never to your face, and cops. When we arrived, there was a Hyundai Sonata with power windows and locks, and he let me upgrade again for me. Good stuff. I love when the people you have to deal with in situations you usually dread put you at ease. They can take so much stress off your shoulders.
Back home, I cut my brother's hair, watched some police video show, endured more prodding and interrogation regarding the MCATs, and finally rolled back to Costa Mesa with some food. I felt tired driving home for some reason. I think it was a combination of the stressful day, blurry eyeglasses, sucky Hyundai seats and ergonomics, and food coma. Plus I feel sticky because I didn't have time to shower before I left for home. A shower sounds good right about now. It'd be nice to have someone to talk to when I get out. At least Malcolm (the cat) was found. Somebody found him and he ended up in the pound. Maybe I'll talk to him.
I went to Costco for a chicken bake and to pick up the pictures I dropped off who knows when. In the parking lot, some lady in a Jaguar honked twice at me because I was letting someone clear out. Ooooooh... I wasn't happy, but I smiled and let another lady go ahead in front of me and I took my time. No impatient parking lot queen is going to spoil my parade, even though it's not much of a parade. For some reason I just went around smiling at people at Costco, besides the time I spent staring at the people who go around oblivious to everyone around them. What a way to go through life.
Finally getting home, I prove once again to my mom that the freeway is a good thing. I arrived at the body shop a full 15 minutes ahead of her. She wanted me to follow her and take surface streets in the 90 degree heat. Ridiculous. After the car was squared away, we went to Enterprise (next door) to get a rental car, but they didn't have anything less than 29 bucks. We went to the Diamond Bar Enterprise and they had a Saturn. The guy working there reminded me of my old friend Joseph from high school. I could imagine that what he'd look like in ten years. He even spoke like him too. Trippy. I got some boba at the Lollicup there (buy 1 get one free!) and the Enterprise guy told us we could upgrade to a Cavalier for free, but it was in Chino Hills. My mom went home and one of the employees drove me over to the other Enterprise in Chino Hills. We talked about working and driving, comparing valet to his job, how old people don't drive fast and complain, but never to your face, and cops. When we arrived, there was a Hyundai Sonata with power windows and locks, and he let me upgrade again for me. Good stuff. I love when the people you have to deal with in situations you usually dread put you at ease. They can take so much stress off your shoulders.
Back home, I cut my brother's hair, watched some police video show, endured more prodding and interrogation regarding the MCATs, and finally rolled back to Costa Mesa with some food. I felt tired driving home for some reason. I think it was a combination of the stressful day, blurry eyeglasses, sucky Hyundai seats and ergonomics, and food coma. Plus I feel sticky because I didn't have time to shower before I left for home. A shower sounds good right about now. It'd be nice to have someone to talk to when I get out. At least Malcolm (the cat) was found. Somebody found him and he ended up in the pound. Maybe I'll talk to him.
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