I could just spit!

So my car broke down Saturday night, we've gone over that, right? I towed it to the shop, arranged to be there when they opened at 8am this morning (which was a feat, let me tell you. Especially when I should be in the middle of my f'cking REM sleep at that time. I ended up being awake a good 23 hours straight for that one.) I explain what had happened, getting the tow etc, hand over my keys and head home to pass out. And then I get a call around 1:30...

"So, you dropped off your keys this morning, right? When's the tow truck supposed to get here with your car?"

ARRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGG!

I kindly told them again that it was sitting right outside in their parking lot, though if I'd been more awake I'm sure it would have been a much more... interesting discussion. And now I'm back to where I was 6 hours ago, waiting for them to so much as look at my car. *head desk*

Names changed to protect the... yeah.

Made it into work alright after picking up my car, but man am I working slow. It's all lack of sleep, and here's proof.

I was talking with a coworker, X, about another of the girls here who's been seeing someone who used to work here... the guy's been jacking her around, leading her on, typical male-jerkyness stuff, and I point blank say "Dude, she should know better. Never date anyone who'd work here, they only hire freaks. We're all freaks, and I include myself in that. Freaks, every one of 'em."

At this time I get a good look at X's face. If this were an anime, she'd have those big, round, watery anime eyes going. Only then do I remember "Oh yeah... she's been living with a guy who works here for over a year now." Heh, oops?