Yesterday was a wonderful day! Not only did I get to work on my tan, I had a good lunch, I found the perfect nail polish and I even got a positive response from a certain inquiry I made yesterday regarding a particular position in a certain company. I was happy. Life was good.
This morning I woke up at 7am like I usually do. I brushed my teeth, made my oatmeal, had my coffee, sat down to check my email and that's when it started. I got some bad news and my morale was significantly lowered. Then, when people acknowledged that I was bummed I started thinking about it and I went nuts!
That's one of my problems...when I can't control something, frustration will always get the better of me....
Anyway, Yvette called to cheer me up and invited me to lunch. That was a welcome invitation so after I showered and ran some errands I picked her up at work and we went to have lunch at Joggers Cafe (you know...so we could feel bad about eating, we watched people working out).
After we ate, I was going to take her back to work. We got on the Ana-mobile and off we went. Being the careful driver that I am, I stopped at the red light of the intersection of the Ave. Lincoln and the Calle Paseo (...) so did the guy who was on the lane next to me. Apparently though, the dude on the huge ass cement mixing truck who was behind us didn't think that was necessary so next thing I know Yvette and I do this weird bounce thing, the car moves up like 10 feet and we heard a huge BOOM!
We looked to see what the hell had happened and it turned out that the guy in the cement mixer truck had hit both us and the car next to us. So I jump out of the car to go see what had happened but I couldn't see anything because the damn truck was literally stuck to both cars. That was an adventure.
Two seconds later these people who couldn't keep their eyes on the road got into an accident like 15 feet away from us. That was comedy but I digress...
Yvette called Ivan and Mario (the bf) while I drove the car away from the truck. The other car wasn't so lucky because this huge stick thingie from the bumper had stabbed the car and they were basically attached to each other.
We went to the police (Casa del Conductor)to file our complaint and each tell our sides of the story and I couldn't help but laugh when the guy said "no pude frenar a tiempo" (I couldn't stop in time...) hahahaha
I thought of La Poderosa.
But in any case, this is the Ana-mobile now. I am so depressed. It really could be much worse, and I expected it to be worse but now my other baby needs reconstructive surgery! AHHHHHH!