h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

Things can get worse
They always seem to of late.
My 1986 Dodge Caravan ended-up stranded in the literal middle of Main Street in our tiny village for three days, with a broken drive axel, and numerous other maladies
It was towed by someone in the next town, so they could repair it, and fell off the truck winch.
The parts for the main repair plus a tune-up, new wahser blades, new signal light, and labour, were $350.
And, wouldn't you know it!!!???!!!
My toilet quit working on the weekend!
Had to get a brand new one. Another $150 'down the drain', you might say
I've had the stomach flu all weekend as well, which makes going to the loo quite assinine, as we have had to use the outhouse instead of the indoor facilities.
My boss forgot to send in the time sheets for the two weeks of w*rk I did for him last month, and my payday has now been postponed until a week from this coming thursday
Rebecca is turning 21 this coming weekend, so I am going to the big city to take her to dinner. I've made reservations at a new restaurant/lounge that is very up-scale. PLUS...... I've arranged with the manager to completely embarrass her by having the staff come out with a paper party hat for her to wear, while they sing "Happy Birthday" off key
I've gained quite a bit of weight in the past year, so I don't feel good in my clothes anymore. I'm going to have to w*rk extra hard to try and make myself presentable for this up-scale place. It's very trendy, and there are apparently a lot of good-looking, well-off men that go there.
The good thing is that maybe someone will catch Rebecca's eye, and sweep her off her feet. She deserves to have something good in her life right now, as the fellow she had been dating decided he needed to change his life, so he dumped her on saturday (A week before her 21st birthday)
MEN!!!!!!!!
I'm still mooning over Mr. O I don't want to be so stupid about a man, but I somehow can't seem to get over him.
My boss is an @rse. I had told him I was going to the city on friday for Rebecca's birthday, and couldn't w*rk. So, he decides to book me in anyway. And when I told him I had to refuse the time, he told me that I've now refused two opportunities for w*rk for no reason, and I have one more opportunity to refuse before being taken off the "available" w*rk list
Tabitha still isn't talking to me, since she took something I said totally out of context three weeks ago, and blew up about me saying something I didn't even say
David came to stay at the farm this past weekend. He is doing great. (About the only one of us who is)
The boys at home are being absolutely cruel and disrespectful to me lately, and I have had to plead with their Dad to get them some re-programming in their attitudes about me. I feel so beaten by circumstances, mean people, poverty, house/home/car/farmyard/plumbing repair bills, and some judgements from people at large. Add that to being extremely lonely and missing Mr. O too much, and I've got a recipe for disaster and chaos.
I don't want either disaster OR chaos!!!!!
Right now it's taking everything I have to not give up.
I hope to have something better to write about soon.
Keep well everyone

Have fun at Rebecca's birthday! I hope you do have more good things to write about soon. Hang in there!

Just popping in for a quick 'boo
Mr. O initiated a conversation with me at w*rk yesterday, which included the word 'please' I really wondered if he was simply trying to mess with my head, as he usually doesn't do such a frivolous thing as speak to me unless he absolutely has to.
Today he stood at the wicket waiting for me to acknowledge him, and when I didn't, he left quietly
His usual first reactions when he sees me are unguarded and seem to be full of desire. Then he reminds himself of the position he is taking to not like me and becomes surly
I him so much, and talking to him yesterday caused me to feel such a lonliness and , because I wanted nothing more than to be held by him, that I didn't think I should fall for his apparent niceness today.

On another note, I am really looking forward to tomorrow night now. It should be really fun for Rebecca, and that's what counts.

Kisses and hugs to her.