So… my car broke down in my driveway today, when I was already 10 minutes late for work. I had no cash for a taxi so had to bolt down to the cash machine. £9 and half an hour late I eventually arrive.
Then commenced day from hell til 5 when I get to then pay £10 to get home. My car’s still fucked.
I start work at 8am and finish at 5 every day. My car can’t move unless it gets towed, and the garage opens at 9am and closes at 5.30. There is not a single member of my family in the country just now.
How the fuck am I supposed to
(a) get to work every day for 8am, apart from forking out £20 each day or having to leave the house at 6.50am to get 2 trains then walk for half an hour and not get home again til 6.30
(b) get my fucking car fixed!!!!
First world problems.
I hate being a fucking adult!!! Fuck you responsibility!
Steamin on a Sunday at 3.30 in the afternoon - the way forward!
Loves a prosecco Sunday :)