They turned off my power Monday. I came back from the read through, (which actually went well despite my prev. griping,) to find that lovely note stuck in my door. Gosh Darn it. And I had very busy day planned- I was going to help my new best friend, the interviewer, look into buying a new car. Despite my inability to pay bills and file taxes, I have been the car fairy to a few people in my friends and family, managed to have two cars stolen, and crashed a few others. So all in all, I have more experience buying new and used cars than other people I know and it's actually a lot of fun. My horribly atrophied right brain gets to play. Somehow, between taking the note off my door and climbing in my car, I must have wadded it up and tossed it on the ground because it just wasn't there and I didn't have the address where I needed to go to turn back on my power. In addition, my new phone decided it would only dial letters, no numbers so I couldn't dial information for the DWP. I pulled over in a tornado of epithets all the while taking me nearer to 5P when my efforts would be moot. Turned out the Sim card had come loose and was scrambling my phone's “brain”. That's actually a direct quote from Stacy at Cingular. Everything worked out and all candlelight was aesthetic, thank God. Very boring day plus was so tired when Dad's Bags called me, I started whining and he said that I was too complicated and he should probably take some other girl to this concert on Thursday. I said he probably should. Jesus, I'm too busy for this rigmarole. Yipe, I have to go to a meeting!