Sunday, June 26, 2005
Damn It
I'm in a crappy mood tonight. Real freakin' crappy.
I got screwed at work, my car won't drive, I lost my cell phone, and I was stranded in Eastern Queens.
Last night was a good night.
I went straight to my brothers high school graduation from work, and ran into the MVAC, or Malverne Volunteer Ambulance Corps, who were standing by for the event. I expressed my interest in volunteering some of my time to the corps and they said they would love to have me join.
I went home, showered, changed and headed to Brooklyn. Mel and I went to dinner at this really good Malaysian Restaurant. Dinner was delicious and we had a very nice time. Afterwards we met with Cindy and Tommy and bullshitted at The Rec Room for a while. I drove everyone home and went along my merry way back to Long Island.
This is when my day took a turn for the worse.
As I merged off the Southern State Parkway, my vehicle let out a single high-pitched shriek and my transmission disengaged. It didn't matter whether I put the car into drive, 2nd, or even Reverse, it was going soley on impulse. Pressing the accelerator only revved the engine with no increase in speed.
I manged to park my car off to the side and I lit a cigarette as I sat back and pondered how to proceed. I had never reacted so calmly to such a screwed up situation before.
I knew that if this car would not run, I was going to have a mission for the next couple of days in trying to get to work. But I didn't panic. It was 4:42 AM and I just sat there and smoked my cigarette.
I praised the Lord that my car hadn't decided to act up on the parkway or even worse, on the Verrazano Bridge. At that moment, a squad car pulled alongside me to check on me and make sure I was alright.
I called some towing companies and they told me that it would cost me $80 to get towed home. $80 to get towed 15 blocks. Ha. I laughed and hung up on one company after another.
I pushed my car home. It took close to an hour to push that hunk o' junk down all of Ocean Avenue.
I fell asleep after 6:00 AM. I woke up at 10:00 AM.
My sister was kind enough to drive me to work in the morning. I had a long distance trip up to Connecticut and at then just as my shift is ending at 8:30 PM, my dispatcher decided to screw my unit and have us make a gas run for a stalled unit on 96th Street in Manhattan. It took us almost an hour to find diesel fuel. Screwed.
THEY NEED TO BUILD MORE GAS STATIONS IN MANHATTAN!
Once we got back to the base, I hitched a ride from my partner Ryan, but since he just moved here from New Mexico, I didn't want to get him lost so I just hopped out on Union Turnpike by the Cross Island Parkway, so he wouldn't have to go out of his way.
Just as he drove off I realized I had left my phone in his car. Once again, in a very relaxed way I proceeded to kick the shit out of a nearby garbage can and walk towards a strip of stores about a mile down the turnpike.
I called my sister and she picked me up. I love her. We went for sushi before going home.
I was supposed to call Mel back. I didn't cuz I was stuck searching for gas. I'd have called her back once I was home, but the phone is in Ryan's car.
I was supposed to call Cindy back. I didn't cuz I misplaced my cell phone.
I was supposed to call Nikki so I could try to sell her the Bonneville tomorrow. But with no FUCKING phone I can't call ANYONE.
NOT TO MENTION THAT WITH THE INVENTION OF A SIM CARD, I DON'T EVEN KNOW ANYONE'S PHONE NUMBER ANYMORE!! ARRRGGH.
Tomorrow I'll hear it from all of them because I didn't call.
I feel disconnected from the world without a phone or car. Technology will be the end of us all.
It's 3:14 AM now. I'm extremely tired.
I think I'm going to have some of that vodka Sal gave me for my birthday.
It's been a tough day.
However, my good day streak was pretty good. It had been an extremely long time since I had a bad day. And this wasn't really that bad. Just annoying.
Doc Out.
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I got screwed at work, my car won't drive, I lost my cell phone, and I was stranded in Eastern Queens.
Last night was a good night.
I went straight to my brothers high school graduation from work, and ran into the MVAC, or Malverne Volunteer Ambulance Corps, who were standing by for the event. I expressed my interest in volunteering some of my time to the corps and they said they would love to have me join.
I went home, showered, changed and headed to Brooklyn. Mel and I went to dinner at this really good Malaysian Restaurant. Dinner was delicious and we had a very nice time. Afterwards we met with Cindy and Tommy and bullshitted at The Rec Room for a while. I drove everyone home and went along my merry way back to Long Island.
This is when my day took a turn for the worse.
As I merged off the Southern State Parkway, my vehicle let out a single high-pitched shriek and my transmission disengaged. It didn't matter whether I put the car into drive, 2nd, or even Reverse, it was going soley on impulse. Pressing the accelerator only revved the engine with no increase in speed.
I manged to park my car off to the side and I lit a cigarette as I sat back and pondered how to proceed. I had never reacted so calmly to such a screwed up situation before.
I knew that if this car would not run, I was going to have a mission for the next couple of days in trying to get to work. But I didn't panic. It was 4:42 AM and I just sat there and smoked my cigarette.
I praised the Lord that my car hadn't decided to act up on the parkway or even worse, on the Verrazano Bridge. At that moment, a squad car pulled alongside me to check on me and make sure I was alright.
I called some towing companies and they told me that it would cost me $80 to get towed home. $80 to get towed 15 blocks. Ha. I laughed and hung up on one company after another.
I pushed my car home. It took close to an hour to push that hunk o' junk down all of Ocean Avenue.
I fell asleep after 6:00 AM. I woke up at 10:00 AM.
My sister was kind enough to drive me to work in the morning. I had a long distance trip up to Connecticut and at then just as my shift is ending at 8:30 PM, my dispatcher decided to screw my unit and have us make a gas run for a stalled unit on 96th Street in Manhattan. It took us almost an hour to find diesel fuel. Screwed.
THEY NEED TO BUILD MORE GAS STATIONS IN MANHATTAN!
Once we got back to the base, I hitched a ride from my partner Ryan, but since he just moved here from New Mexico, I didn't want to get him lost so I just hopped out on Union Turnpike by the Cross Island Parkway, so he wouldn't have to go out of his way.
Just as he drove off I realized I had left my phone in his car. Once again, in a very relaxed way I proceeded to kick the shit out of a nearby garbage can and walk towards a strip of stores about a mile down the turnpike.
I called my sister and she picked me up. I love her. We went for sushi before going home.
I was supposed to call Mel back. I didn't cuz I was stuck searching for gas. I'd have called her back once I was home, but the phone is in Ryan's car.
I was supposed to call Cindy back. I didn't cuz I misplaced my cell phone.
I was supposed to call Nikki so I could try to sell her the Bonneville tomorrow. But with no FUCKING phone I can't call ANYONE.
NOT TO MENTION THAT WITH THE INVENTION OF A SIM CARD, I DON'T EVEN KNOW ANYONE'S PHONE NUMBER ANYMORE!! ARRRGGH.
Tomorrow I'll hear it from all of them because I didn't call.
I feel disconnected from the world without a phone or car. Technology will be the end of us all.
It's 3:14 AM now. I'm extremely tired.
I think I'm going to have some of that vodka Sal gave me for my birthday.
It's been a tough day.
However, my good day streak was pretty good. It had been an extremely long time since I had a bad day. And this wasn't really that bad. Just annoying.
Doc Out.
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