Ah, the best laid plans of mice and men…
Apologies for not having been here in such a while. Work has kept me on my toes, and I had meant to leave a message saying I wouldn’t be back until this week with chapter eight. Sadly, I must apologize again for what will become of this week as well. You see, my car was stolen just this past Friday morning; right out of my parking spot before I awoke to go to work. I now have no mode of transportation of my own that will get me there, and will have to rely on others–which includes the use of public transport–to get me there in one piece.
Why did they take my car? I haven’t a clue. It wasn’t a good vehicle. It ran horribly, bucked worse than a bronco on speed, and ate gas like there was no tomorrow. The other cars parked around me would have been better targets, but I guess mine was the easiest? In retrospect, I have reason to believe that whoever stole it was watching me. Why? Because there wasn’t even the smallest shard of glass on the ground. Now, unless they brought a broom to sweep away the evidence, I would read that as meaning they have been waiting for a good time to steal it, and came quite prepared to do so.
Because of all this, my weekend was spent silently sulking as I looked for gifts for my father’s upcoming birthday with a false smile and cheer so I wouldn’t depress or annoy anyone else. I haven’t been able to focus on much since Friday, so the edits for chapter seven were never done, and thus, chapter eight was never written. However, I should be able to get back on that this week with an update on Sunday, so don’t forget to tune in.
As for my car…I have no hope of seeing my little KIA again, so I’m not going to hold my breath. I also have no hope of affording another car for at least four months. The only person I know with money has been dead since he got married, so he didn’t even bother to try and help by lending one of his three cars to me for the next few months. Yet…yet he will always help his wife’s good-for-nothing brother that is constantly leeching money from them? Hmm…
With that in mind, I will forever remember that he truly means very little to me now, and that he, too, has become good for nothing. I will just have to hope that my schooling in this current position will result in a well enough paying job that I can get back on both my feet, and help my parents along the way.
Here’s to seeing you next Sunday with a bit of entertainment from the pages of Sairyn’s life.
