I spent some time in San Diego with family and friends. I left on Thursday, December 23rd immediately following my shift for work and drove the six hours to San Diego. Christmas Eve and Christmas Day were my normally scheduled days off so that wasn’t a big deal.
But I had to work for the following five days and the entire week was an ordeal in one way or another. I am still angry about how things played out so I don’t even want to get into it.
On January 2nd, we went to Disneyland and had reservations at Club 33. That’s right. Be jealous. It is actually my second time going and I was pleased that we were seated in the trophy room this time around instead of the main dining area. It just meant that I was able to see more of this elite club. The day at Disneyland wasn’t too bad–up until the point where the skies decided to dump bucket upon bucket of water upon us. The park closed at midnight but we left around 7pm because we were all soaked, cold, and exhausted.
I left the following day, immediately following my work shift, and took my dad’s car home instead of mine because it hadn’t yet been worked on and it was acting up the morning I was supposed to be driving the six hours back to Arizona. So I returned late on Monday, January 3rd and pretty much passed out.
And then I left again on Thursday, January 6th to go back to San Diego because my car was supposedly going to be ready on Friday. It wasn’t but that was okay. Friday wound up being a daddy-daughter hang out day. Total costs for car repairs? $630. Definitely money that I didn’t have; my dad paid for the repairs and I will pay him back as I can. My car is running splendidly now. Finally!
I am renewed in my job hunt, looking for either a second part time job or a full time job that will support me. The only thing that yielded any results wound up being something that didn’t right with me for various reasons so that was swept off the table. Ah well. I just have to keep at it.
