Well, visited the Bay Area one last time this past weekend before we move.
I had to work Friday morning, and was then driving up afterwards. If y'all remember this post, you'll remember my mom being a psycho. Well, turns out (as I talked with her like two days later), she was... oh how do I put this... KIDDING. Yeah, that's right folks, she told me she wasn't serious and that I could just sell the Saturn myself and keep the money. Which would've worked fine except sproutchk was visiting and we'd planned to drive up together. Plus, I have an apartment to pack and a business to shut down and less than three weeks to do it, so there'd be no way I'd have time to sell the car. Dad agreed. He never confirmed it, but he seemed to say, "bring it up and I'll 'buy' it from you, then sell it myself". I asked him if that's what he meant, he said "we'll see", which is dad speak for, "I'm not going to say yes because if I do and your mom finds out she'll kill me".
Right. Works for me.
So I spend over EIGHT FREAKING HOURS on the road (yay Friday traffic) trying to get to San Jose. Tom was flying in still, and nearly missed his flight. Managed to get there, get parked, get checked in, and get on the plane with ten bloody minutes to spare. Sheesh, I was about ready to kill the boy. He lands at about 10:30, I'm still two hours out. So my brother picks him up and I finally get in at about 1 AM, and promptly pass out.
Saturday I went and hung out with a bunch of my old high school friends that I haven't seen in years at a block party. There was some alcohol, some telling of stories, meeting of new husbands/fiances/boyfriends, etc. Good times, actually. Almost like nothing had changed This was the house where every flute section sleepover was held, hehehe. So we stayed for a few hours then left. I was hoping to catch up with thunderwill, although I didn't know he was busy and I hadn't really told him we wanted to hang out. My bad.
So I get home and I ended up napping for a few hours. I was so exhausted. The rest of the night consisted of watching a movie with my mom while Tom and my bro played video games upstairs. We were too broke to go anywhere, and I was too worn out from the drive to really want to do much of anything else.
Today we got up late, hung around the house for a little while, then I did mom's hair. We wanted to take my bro to the Simpsons movie, but alas... broke. I hadn't brought up the car money to my dad all weekend, because I didn't want to seem greedy about it, and honestly I was waiting for him to bring it up. When he didn't, at about 2 PM, I asked. He said he just didn't have the money, that they'd spent a TON on house repairs (10 new windows and a full screen room off the back), and he just didn't have the money to give me, and why did I assume he was going to give me money before he sold the car anyway? I was more than annoyed. I was pretty grumpy. Here I'd assumed he'd be giving me way less than what he was intending to sell the car for, but it would greatly help me on the move and what not. Not to mention it cost me a plane ticket, eight hours of boring driving, AND $50 in gas just to drive up there. I didn't express any of this annoyance, just said "okay, just wanted to check" and left it at that.
So now I was completely broke until Tuesday when I work again, when I was hoping to go home with a little lining in my pockets. Sure, maybe I was being greedy. Technically it isn't my car, it's his. But he had agreed to sign it over to me originally to sell, and mom was okay with that, and if I'd KNOWN AHEAD OF TIME that he wasn't going to be giving me anything until he sells it (which honestly is probably going to be months from now), I wouldn't have even bothered driving it up, and I would've found a way to sell it out here.
Today was cut short with the flight out. We got to the airport at about 8:45, one hour before our flight. It was already delayed to 10:15, and there was no one in the security line, so we were set. Got to the self check in and searched for the tickets. Tom checked the suitcase and got his pass, but the computer I was using was having issues. So I went to the counter to have them issue me my boarding pass.
And apparently, I had no ticket home.
What happened was that I didn't call to cancel my trip with Travelocity, since I figured there was no point; I wasn't going to get a refund, and I was still flying home today. Well, if you no-show on the first part of the trip, they automatically assume you're not going to be on the last part. How sweet of them. I panic, internally anyway, and call my dad to let him know there's a problem. American Airlines wants $160 or I'm not flying home. My rent check has just cleared, and I'm damn near at $0 balance. So dad has to drive out to the airport with cash for me to be able to fly home. I got a smug kind of satisfaction at thinking he was paying me back for my gas, time, and cancelled flight. Suffice to say, we got on the flight okay and got home.
Oh, and you know that last minute flight Tom managed to catch? Well he had to park in the nearest terminal lot, costing $66 to get out of.
So, now we have exactly three weeks until our Uhaul is on the road. Which means like 2.5 weeks left to pack. *sigh* Pardon me if you don't see me online much... I'll be the one in the corner, rocking and ripping out my hair.
I had to work Friday morning, and was then driving up afterwards. If y'all remember this post, you'll remember my mom being a psycho. Well, turns out (as I talked with her like two days later), she was... oh how do I put this... KIDDING. Yeah, that's right folks, she told me she wasn't serious and that I could just sell the Saturn myself and keep the money. Which would've worked fine except sproutchk was visiting and we'd planned to drive up together. Plus, I have an apartment to pack and a business to shut down and less than three weeks to do it, so there'd be no way I'd have time to sell the car. Dad agreed. He never confirmed it, but he seemed to say, "bring it up and I'll 'buy' it from you, then sell it myself". I asked him if that's what he meant, he said "we'll see", which is dad speak for, "I'm not going to say yes because if I do and your mom finds out she'll kill me".
Right. Works for me.
So I spend over EIGHT FREAKING HOURS on the road (yay Friday traffic) trying to get to San Jose. Tom was flying in still, and nearly missed his flight. Managed to get there, get parked, get checked in, and get on the plane with ten bloody minutes to spare. Sheesh, I was about ready to kill the boy. He lands at about 10:30, I'm still two hours out. So my brother picks him up and I finally get in at about 1 AM, and promptly pass out.
Saturday I went and hung out with a bunch of my old high school friends that I haven't seen in years at a block party. There was some alcohol, some telling of stories, meeting of new husbands/fiances/boyfriends, etc. Good times, actually. Almost like nothing had changed This was the house where every flute section sleepover was held, hehehe. So we stayed for a few hours then left. I was hoping to catch up with thunderwill, although I didn't know he was busy and I hadn't really told him we wanted to hang out. My bad.
So I get home and I ended up napping for a few hours. I was so exhausted. The rest of the night consisted of watching a movie with my mom while Tom and my bro played video games upstairs. We were too broke to go anywhere, and I was too worn out from the drive to really want to do much of anything else.
Today we got up late, hung around the house for a little while, then I did mom's hair. We wanted to take my bro to the Simpsons movie, but alas... broke. I hadn't brought up the car money to my dad all weekend, because I didn't want to seem greedy about it, and honestly I was waiting for him to bring it up. When he didn't, at about 2 PM, I asked. He said he just didn't have the money, that they'd spent a TON on house repairs (10 new windows and a full screen room off the back), and he just didn't have the money to give me, and why did I assume he was going to give me money before he sold the car anyway? I was more than annoyed. I was pretty grumpy. Here I'd assumed he'd be giving me way less than what he was intending to sell the car for, but it would greatly help me on the move and what not. Not to mention it cost me a plane ticket, eight hours of boring driving, AND $50 in gas just to drive up there. I didn't express any of this annoyance, just said "okay, just wanted to check" and left it at that.
So now I was completely broke until Tuesday when I work again, when I was hoping to go home with a little lining in my pockets. Sure, maybe I was being greedy. Technically it isn't my car, it's his. But he had agreed to sign it over to me originally to sell, and mom was okay with that, and if I'd KNOWN AHEAD OF TIME that he wasn't going to be giving me anything until he sells it (which honestly is probably going to be months from now), I wouldn't have even bothered driving it up, and I would've found a way to sell it out here.
Today was cut short with the flight out. We got to the airport at about 8:45, one hour before our flight. It was already delayed to 10:15, and there was no one in the security line, so we were set. Got to the self check in and searched for the tickets. Tom checked the suitcase and got his pass, but the computer I was using was having issues. So I went to the counter to have them issue me my boarding pass.
And apparently, I had no ticket home.
What happened was that I didn't call to cancel my trip with Travelocity, since I figured there was no point; I wasn't going to get a refund, and I was still flying home today. Well, if you no-show on the first part of the trip, they automatically assume you're not going to be on the last part. How sweet of them. I panic, internally anyway, and call my dad to let him know there's a problem. American Airlines wants $160 or I'm not flying home. My rent check has just cleared, and I'm damn near at $0 balance. So dad has to drive out to the airport with cash for me to be able to fly home. I got a smug kind of satisfaction at thinking he was paying me back for my gas, time, and cancelled flight. Suffice to say, we got on the flight okay and got home.
Oh, and you know that last minute flight Tom managed to catch? Well he had to park in the nearest terminal lot, costing $66 to get out of.
So, now we have exactly three weeks until our Uhaul is on the road. Which means like 2.5 weeks left to pack. *sigh* Pardon me if you don't see me online much... I'll be the one in the corner, rocking and ripping out my hair.