Don’t you wish you had my life?

The expensive car across the street that the owner refuses to park in his garage has an equally expensive, hyper-sensitive alarm system. It goes off at the drop of a hat. Or the drop of a pin.

6am — the car alarm has been going off for 15 minutes. Foul oaths in Spanish are hurled out of various windows, along with shoes and bottles. Nobody comes.

7am — someone finally comes to turn the alarm off.

8:15 — the alarm goes off again.

9:00 — someone turns it off. I pray for battery death. Working is a joke. Good thing this is my day “off.”

10am — (Can you guess?) the alarm goes off… again. Two men arrive to work on the electrical system in my house because everytime I use the microwave I get mildly electrocuted. This probably explains a few things about me.

11am — Car alarm is squalling again, but I’m in the shower. My head feels like an anvil. But onward! I have errands to run.

11:55 — the husband asks me to bring him back some food because he’s supervising the workmen (ie playing Drake’s Fortune on PS3. Thanks, Bettie Sharpe!)

12:20pm — I’m still sitting in the gas line at the station. Naturally, I picked the side with only one working pump. I am praying the car won’t run out of gas before I get there.

12:45 — I’m at FedEx trying to remember how to pronounce “Y” in Spanish because I’m overnighting a book to a reader; her ARC was lost in the mail, so I want to make it up to her.

1:00 — I’m at Subway and there’s only one guy running the whole place. It’s empty when I walk in, and then WHOOSH, suddenly there’s a crowd jostling behind me. The old lady right next to me in line could use a mint. She also has a terrible hacking cough.

1:30 — I check on the special order for the custom designed necklace (part of my prize package in the Grimspace Juggernaut). That will be ready after 5 today. But Tete doesn’t want me to get out quickly; she’s a family friend, so it means lots of smooching on cheeks and talking in Spanish. My head still hurts, and I’m having more trouble than usual following. My side of the conversation consists of “Si” and “bien.”

2pm — I’m back home, delivering sandwich, cookies and soda. Workman are still hammering and the animals are agitated, meowing, barking. Only the turtle is quiet. I set to answering emails, visiting blogs where I’m featured, and parceling up prizes to be mailed tomorrow.

2:30 — car alarm, again. I want to hurt someone.

3:28 — the cat sounds like he’s being run through a juicer, so I finally go see what is ailing the whiny bastard. He’s gotten his foot stuck in the toilet somehow. Perhaps it’s something to do with the bird sitting on the top shelf in my guest bathroom. Ok, WTF? BIRD? WHY is there a bird in my bathroom?! I free the cat and scream for my husband.

3:30 — my husband shoos the bird, which flies around the house, bangs into walls and windows, exciting the dog and cats who are giving chase, barking and meowing at the same time. Dog knocks me down, bird flies out open door, and the cat has been whining in disappointment ever since. Now I have a damp, sullen toilet-smelling cat who hates baths.

3:32 — now that the alarm has finally been shut off (or the battery ran down) the cat won’t stop meowing.

Soon, I have to pick up the kids and then, more errands. I can tell you’re all jealous.

Posted in about me, rant, tiredness, whatever, whiny writerness

12 Responses to Don’t you wish you had my life?

  1. Maribeth says:

    Oh wow! I’m so totally jealous of your day. Mine was so boring digging out from all this snow. Your’s was waaaay more interesting!

  2. JSL says:

    I’m with Maribeth – at least your day was entertaining, Ann! :wink:

  3. Karen B says:

    Ann your day sounds like my last two weeks. :sad: You have my sympathy and wishes for a better day tomorrow.

  4. Ann Aguirre says:

    Oh, it actually got worse after 4pm. But I’ll spare y’all the details.

  5. Amie Stuart says:

    I’m with Karen….sounds like the last couple of weeks for me! LOL yesterday I had to take #1 to get shots and today I had to take him to the ortho–they did his wire extra tight on the bottom. He’s not happy.

  6. azteclady says:

    How do you manage to keep your cool long enough to make it funny in writing? *hugs* Breathe–this too shall pass.

  7. Michele Lee says:

    Yeah, that sounds familiar. There’s a car down the street that parks right in front of the entrance to the school parking lot and every time a car passes…. Yeah.

  8. Denni says:

    Yup, I hate car alarms and mine isn’t nearly that touchy. Every time it goes to the shop, I attempt to bribe the mechanics into disconnecting that annoyance.

    Ya know, alot of municipalities have noise ordinances. If this is a regular occurance with the neighbor, there’s probably something that can be done. Call county noise dept and/or non-emergency police number.

    You’re awesome. Just finished Grimspace, and loved it! Already added the sequil to my “new releases” calendar.

  9. Ann Aguirre says:

    Amie, I hope your oldest is feeling better. Having a sore mouth always makes me grouchy.

    My cool? Well, it seems to help to write it down in a way that’ll make other people laugh. If they can laugh at my trouble, maybe I can too.

    Michele, I so feel you. This guy has a freakin’ garage! It aggravates me that he won’t put his car away.

    Hi Denni, welcome to the blog!

    Good luck with your car alarm. :D

    And thanks for letting me know you enjoyed Grimspace! I hope you like Wanderlust too. I’ll be posting a free short story to my Free Reads page around the end of May, beginning of June. It’ll be written from March’s POV and will deal with his time as a killing machine in the employ of the Nicuan Empire.

  10. ChiaLynn says:

    I just wandered over from your http://writerunboxed.com/2008/02/29/interview-ann-aguirre-part-2>interview on Writer Unboxed, and I was scanning down the blog when I hit “The cat sounds like he’s being run through the juicer” and choked on a laugh. Then I read on, to the drama with the bird, and actually had to stop reading for a moment, because I couldn’t breathe. (I also couldn’t laugh out loud, because there are other people in the room, and they really should be getting some work done…)

  11. ChiaLynn says:

    Ahem… And I see I’ve completely mangled that link. That should be “your interview at…”

    See what happens when I giggle, rather than proofread?

  12. ChiaLynn says:

    Ahem… And I see I’ve completely mangled that link. That should be “your interview at…”

    See what happens when I giggle, rather than proofread?

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