Worst Day Ever

So let me tell you about my Thursday. I was driving to work down the highway when the guy in front of me spun out. I tapped my brakes to give him room, but I did so right as I hit the same patch of ice he'd hit. So then I spun out. Oh, and boy did I spin out. Can you say 560 degree spinout? I sure can! Luckily the guy behind me was in a big truck and was able to stop. So once I came to a stop, I embarrassedly looked around and drove on to work.

Well, normally my drive to work takes 45 minutes. On Thursday, it took me an hour and a half. Yep, that's right. I'm supposed to be at work at 7:30 and school starts at 8. I got there at 7:59 and 30 seconds. So my, ahem, adorable seventh graders decided they needed to let me know I was late and tell me that I should have been on time. Like that's gonna help. Grr.

Well, so I start teaching the lovelies, and wouldn't you know it, but the lady from the front desk comes in. She'd been updating my classes on the statewide online grading program, and it had taken her a week. (It would have taken the other lady maybe 2 days.) So she pull me aside, whilst I'm teaching, and asks if I have hard copies of my grades. No, I do not. Nor do any of the other teachers. Why? Because the state software never loses the grades. Oh, but I was wrong. The state can't lose the grades, but the front desk lady can delete ALL of my grades AND students for an entire semester. And it's my fault that she didn't check her work before throwing away her hard copy of my grades. (Luckily later on she "found" her hard copy and saved the grades.)

Well, the rest of the school day was honestly a bit of a blur. Then school ended. But my day wasn't over. I found out that my supervisor/junior high director was harboring some deep-seated anger at me for using some material she'd come up with. Um, hello, you gave it to me. If you don't want me to use it, don't tell me to use it. At this point, I have to laugh because I'm thinking today can't get any worse. Ah, but there's more...

When I got back to Provo, I took my car to get the oil changed and the tires rotated. Then I went across the street to the mall to go bra shopping (my favorite!). While in line at Victoria's Secret behind, oh I don't know, 3 guys buying gifts for their lady friends (which was making me feel awkward anyway), my phone rings. It's the car guy! He tells me they changed my oil, but then asks when was the last time I'd had my tires rotated. I told him I came into that same store 5,000 miles ago, when my sticker told me to, and they rotated them. He proceeded to tell me that my tires are competely bald, legally he can't rotate them, and they shouldn't have rotated them last rotation. My only option at this point is to buy new tires. Apparently if I didn't, my tires were so thin they were bound to pop, and that would be lovely.

Oh, but he wasn't done. My CV axle was shredded. Not just a little broken, but shredded. So I don't know what that is. According to wikipedia, "Constant-velocity joints (aka homokinetic or CV joints) allow a rotating shaft to transmit power through a variable angle, at constant rotational speed, without an appreciable increase in friction or play." Basically it's what makes your tires turn when you turn your wheel. Oh wait, I replaced one of those last year. Yes, the other one is totally busted and needs replacing!

What, you're not done yet? Oh boy! My battery, according to the guy, was registering less than half of its normal power. In layman's terms: "Your battery is in the process of dying and will be dead within a month. In fact, if it gets too cold outside, your car won't start tomorrow morning." So I get to buy a new battery, too? Huzzah! At this point, I just wanted to go home. Only now I'm paranoid that my car won't make it.

So that's my Thursday. Sounds fun, huh!