I’m totally sorry.
I’m not really sure what I did, or to whom I should be directing this, but I apologize. From the deepest, darkest, worm-infestedest corner of my soul, I’m sooooo sorry.
Ok, surely things have to get better now, right? I’ve atoned. I’ve admitted fault. Karma can stop pissing on us?
Yesterday morning, Wife called me at work. Pretty unusual (she knows I’m cranky when someone interrupts my naps), so I figured it had to be important.
Turned out, some jackass broke into her car last night. Broke some plastic molding around the window, unlocked it, and made off with about $2.97 in change from the ashtray and a three-buck winning scratch off ticket. I’m sure it was totally worth their time and our frustration.
So I left work and headed home to check things out. We thought they’d made off with one of our garage door openers, too, so we figured we had to take care of that little problem right away (turned out it wasn’t in there to begin with… hurray.)
While I was locking down Casa del Justino, I got a call from the bank. Apparently we missed some line when we were signing the 5.9 million pages of our house refinancing, so the bank decided that they couldn’t process it. We have to go do all the signing shit again now (not just the line we missed, but the entire packet).*
Which means I have to miss more work during this week when I totally need to be here.
Also means that we miss certain cutoffs with our current bank, so we’ll probably end up losing out on several hundred dollars because we’ll have to pay interest on our existing mortgage for this month.
Then after that…
I lost my shiny new digital camera. Was just about in tears when I realized I couldn’t find it and noticed that the backpack pocket I usually keep it in was unzipped. Figured it must have fallen out at some point and was gone for good, less than a week after I bought it.
About the only good thing to happen that day was that it turned out I’d just left it at the office in my rush out the door. So I have my camera again, with only the shit-stained pants I was wearing when I thought I lost it as proof of my stupidity.
Keep in mind, too, that all this was before noon.
Oh, then there was the trip back from the store where, distracted and distraught over the day so far, I cut off a Washington State Patrol car. With no turn signal. And he decided to follow me for the next mile or so, take my exit, and make me wet myself in front of my daughter.
So, again, I’m sorry. I fucked up. It’s all my fault. Everything.
*Should note that we actually signed all this stuff at one of our bank’s branches, with one of their representatives guiding us through the process. If there was something we didn’t sign it was either a) not in the packet to begin with, b) something they forgot to mark/highlight for us to sign, or c) something we did sign, but that they lost when they received the packet.
