As if the freezing rain and dreary skies weren't enough to remind me what day of the week it is, I have other direct evidence that it is, in fact, a Monday.
Exhibit A: After picking up M2 at school and driving to the post office, I cast a backward glance at my car only to see that my rear passenger tire is FLAT.
I limped the car across the street to a gas station and called AAA. They were there within fifteen minutes and had me on my way to the tire store. During my wait for the AAA guy, I called said tire store, provided my information and sat on hold. When the man came back to the phone, I asked (again) if they had time to fix my car. He assured me they did and I should bring it right in.
I did not take the highway (quickest way), but arrived pretty quickly. If you imagine a straight line, M2's school is in the middle. Our home is to the west and this tire store is on the opposite end of the line, far east.
Exhibit B: I enter the store with my paperwork. The man takes my paperwork, goes and looks at my tire then returns to inform me that if I want my tires to match, I will have to come back later. Seems they don't have my particular tire in stock, but they would after 3 p.m. today.
The old me would have had a serious issue with this scenario. The old me would have reminded Grease Monkey that I had called. That I had been told to come down. That I had provided the necessary information to be found within the computer. That I had sat on hold...waiting...while someone (I thought) checked my computer file. That if someone would put some REAL tires on my damn car instead of the Barbie version, I wouldn't have to keep going in there every few months. Seriously. How many flat tires should a person have each year?
The new me (read: beaten down, tired, frustrated and broken) said "Sure thing", turned around and left.
M2 and I drove home. She headed to her nap while I checked the mailbox. Good news: no rejection letter from the law firm today. Bad news: the mortgage company still expects us to pay for this place and Wachovia didn't forget that my first loan payment is due in December. Whatever.
I e-mailed the lawyer who interviewed me for the law clerk job to reiterate my interest in the position. Desperate times and all that.