Well today was sure a day unlike the rest, unfortunately not in a good way. I bundled up to go dig my car out of the snow to run around and get some errands finished. Forty-five minutes later I back my car out and start to drive to Domino's to pick up my lovely hard earned pay check. As I drive up the hill my steering wheel begins to shake and it feels like I have a flat tire...I then decide to make a pit stop at Sheetz and put some air in my tires. Now off to get my pay check! I walk into the store and see three of the managers huddled up trying to figure out who to have replace an employee that called out for the day. I am then asked if I was staying in town and if I could come in. I replied saying yea I'm not leaving my car isn't driving well I think I hurt something when I slid into the curb from leaving work in the snow on Friday.
So the general manager walks out to my car with me and checks it out. Lucky me my rim was bent into my tire and I shouldn't drive on it. Lovely. I go straight back to my apartment and call my father to fill him in, and man you would have thought I had murdered someone. He was fine at first just telling me to try to find a new rim. Then he calls back yelling, asking if I had any friends in town who could determine if it was more severe than just a bent rim. I calmly told him no, everyone is home for break. He then begins to yell saying well I need to take it to a shop immediately, however I do not have to money to do that and he had no interest in lending me any. He then proceeded to yell saying that because I was worthless and couldn't take care of myself at JMU that I needed to drop out and go to school at UMW right by my house. Oh man that set me over; the yelling and the thought of having to move back home. Tears just poured down my face.
Luckily I believe my father has calmed down, and hopefully doesn't continue to think he should force me to leave JMU. The plan is for him to come check my car out in the morning and determine if he can just follow me home while driving the car to have it fixed back home. We will see what happens. Oh what a day, tomorrow can you please be better?
So the general manager walks out to my car with me and checks it out. Lucky me my rim was bent into my tire and I shouldn't drive on it. Lovely. I go straight back to my apartment and call my father to fill him in, and man you would have thought I had murdered someone. He was fine at first just telling me to try to find a new rim. Then he calls back yelling, asking if I had any friends in town who could determine if it was more severe than just a bent rim. I calmly told him no, everyone is home for break. He then begins to yell saying well I need to take it to a shop immediately, however I do not have to money to do that and he had no interest in lending me any. He then proceeded to yell saying that because I was worthless and couldn't take care of myself at JMU that I needed to drop out and go to school at UMW right by my house. Oh man that set me over; the yelling and the thought of having to move back home. Tears just poured down my face.
Luckily I believe my father has calmed down, and hopefully doesn't continue to think he should force me to leave JMU. The plan is for him to come check my car out in the morning and determine if he can just follow me home while driving the car to have it fixed back home. We will see what happens. Oh what a day, tomorrow can you please be better?
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