So earlier this last week, my car had stalled on me in the middle of the woods. Had to walk like 3 miles or so til I had service and could call for assistance.
Flash forward to Friday night. Some wicked storms and such rolled through the area. Cool. I'm driving home from work around 11:30 pm or so and a part from forgetting my cream soda at work, it was a good day.
Then two or so deer jump out (happened fast so I think it was two) and I'm going about 55-60 mph. I pull to the right to miss them and almost drive into a 8 foot ditch, coasting half on the shoulder and in the ditch. I try to correct but before I can get back on the road, I smash into a mailbox.
I get back on the road and hear a scraping sound. My bumper got ripped off and was dragging under my car. Some partying teens saw my car and came to check on me, helped me jack it and got it out. I got lucky, fur sure, as the mailbox 15 feet down the road was encased in stone and concrete.
Move on to Sunday and I'm still just mentally exhausted but it was a good night for the most part at work. Until the end of the night I find out my boss is going to close up after this next weekend, though he said until October-ish. And he didn't want anyone other than the chef and head bartender to know apparently. So they told us cause it's bullshit and we should know. I was banking on another month to save up and figure out what to do after.
Now I gotta deal with unemployment again, which is incredibly difficult right now. So frustrated and I just needed to vent somewhere.
As a side note, I went back to the house whose mailbox I hit and spoke with the owner. Really nice and said it was okay and she was glad I didn't get hurt. And she gave me a cookie she had just finished baking.
Flash forward to Friday night. Some wicked storms and such rolled through the area. Cool. I'm driving home from work around 11:30 pm or so and a part from forgetting my cream soda at work, it was a good day.
Then two or so deer jump out (happened fast so I think it was two) and I'm going about 55-60 mph. I pull to the right to miss them and almost drive into a 8 foot ditch, coasting half on the shoulder and in the ditch. I try to correct but before I can get back on the road, I smash into a mailbox.
I get back on the road and hear a scraping sound. My bumper got ripped off and was dragging under my car. Some partying teens saw my car and came to check on me, helped me jack it and got it out. I got lucky, fur sure, as the mailbox 15 feet down the road was encased in stone and concrete.
Move on to Sunday and I'm still just mentally exhausted but it was a good night for the most part at work. Until the end of the night I find out my boss is going to close up after this next weekend, though he said until October-ish. And he didn't want anyone other than the chef and head bartender to know apparently. So they told us cause it's bullshit and we should know. I was banking on another month to save up and figure out what to do after.
Now I gotta deal with unemployment again, which is incredibly difficult right now. So frustrated and I just needed to vent somewhere.
As a side note, I went back to the house whose mailbox I hit and spoke with the owner. Really nice and said it was okay and she was glad I didn't get hurt. And she gave me a cookie she had just finished baking.
