Army Post Road

Well last night before and during dinner my dad and sister did a good job of getting me pretty upset. Yesterday I signed the title of my car over to my dad so that he could drive it around while the Focus is getting fixed (because of my mom's spectacular fender-bender on the way to taking me to work last week). So he got the title switched and got it registered in his name and when we were driving in it (my car) to dinner last night, Keely was going on about, “This is our car now, it's not your car anymore. It's dad's now.” I, of course, tried to elucidate for her that it was still my car and that it was only a temporary maneuver to let my dad legally own it. And so when my dad gets in the car, Keely trumpets, “This is our car now, isn't it dad?” and what's his response, “Yes, legally the car is mine.” I quickly snapped that he shouldn't waste his time making that distinction. So now I'm concerned that when it comes time to reclaim my car I'm going to run into my dad and his hemming and hawing and other bullshit about, “welllllllllllllll I think it would be best” blah blah blah. So at that point I was tired and pissed off and had to sit through dinner suffering through my dad and sister's personality traits that were then going to be amplified in their annoying factor. So then we got home from dinner and I basically slept until it was time to go to work.
Work went by well, it was pretty slow (although at certain inopportune points it didn't really feel so) most of the shift. As well, I guess Gary was pretty pleased with how I'd done and then the fact that Mark the area store supervisor came had little stress associated with it since Gary was happy and I wasn't freaking out that the store looked disappointing somehow. I did, however, get some bleach on my pants and that was frustrating, but only marginally.

I originally wrote this yesterday on Wednesday but had some difficulties getting it finished. I'll just leave it as is and update a new one from now.