There’s the old non-functioning Plymouth Horizon that’s been sitting in the yard for a couple/few years because one apparently irreplacable part required for its operation went bad. Stupid computers. Anyway, due to a complaint the City is forcing us to have it removed. Fine.
My father and older sister got in contact with the Kidney Foundation to donate it. This is good because we don’t have to pay to have it hauled off and they can … do whatever they do to turn it into money to help people with … kidney problems, I assume. Maybe they can even find the right computer part for it to get the engine to start again, and increase its value significantly. And the Kidney Foundation is having Ecology Auto Wrecking pick it up. Today. Sister went in today, they’re picking it up today, fast, great, right?
Except now I’m on my day off, I’ve cleaned the kitchen already, did the yard work & stuff dad asked me to to and was going to go out and watch The Villiage before I ruined it for myself by simply trying to use the internet (the internet has tried to ruin the movie for me more than four times on three different sites already today). There’s an 11:50 showing at the local theatre I could get to, it would get out around 2.
But then the car towing people call me. They need me here when they pick it up for some paperwork, and they’ll be here “Between 1 and 5”.
Between 1 and 5? Fuck. I may as well just wait for Angela to get home before I go watch The Villiage. I don’t even know if she wants to see it, or just The Manchurian Candidate. And now I’ve got to basically stay home waiting for them for the next … could be six and a half hours.
That is NOT how I wanted to spend my day.
Here I am, not in control of my own “free time” again. I mean, I understand that in order to earn money I have to have a job and that while I’m scheduled to be at the job, my time is not my own. But the concession that this model makes me that makes it somewhat acceptable is that when I am NOT at work, that my time IS my own. So I put in my 15 hour days (if you include the time from getting up at 5AM to get ready for work until I get home at 8PM on the days I bus both ways) four days a week, and the other 108 hours in the week are supposed to be mine. Around 30 hours a week sleeping, and still, 75 hours a week doing what I want to do is pretty good.
So when there are little things I have to do that I’d rather not do, an hour here, an hour there, it’s not a big deal. But today I’m basically losing all the hours I would normally get alone to do what I want. I’m losing 10% of my free time for the week. This time is not my own any longer.
I can try to make it my own. Figure out things I can do while I sit here and wait. I’m sure there are things. Books to read, DVDs to watch, video games to play. Just not the activity I’ve been planning to do during this time for months.
And it is fucking pissing me off!!!
But what can I do?
I am like a mote, or the Democratic Party.
I guess I’ll go try some Quidditch.
I hate feeling this way.