jkgfjkshfjhf. I didn't get that job. It's been two years. Two years. I've stopped caring about driving anymore. I just float home. Sometimes I pull in to a parking spot and wonder at the miracle of how I got there. The other day I had to stop and pick up groceries on my way home (because apparently my dh can't bring anything except a sandwich to work). It was a stressful commute full of people cutting me off and me really really having to pee. Two hours and I didn't stop because honestly, there are no good places to stop on my way home. I pulled into the closest and first spot I could find, loaded down with groceries. Dh came down to help me bring them in, but wouldn't stop bitching about where I had parked. The back end of the car was about two feet past the no parking sign. He really escalated the situation, telling me that I was parked in a tow zone, they would tow it immediately, and that it would cost us $600.
I just needed to be out of that damn car. I could move it after we brought in the junk and after I visited the bathroom.
We didn't speak to each other for something like three hours. That never happens.
I need a new job.
