The week

I've had a pretty fucked up week.
I crushed my sales numbers on the first day and the boss gave me a bunch of shit. I had finally had it. I blew up on him, in an email and copied the VP. It was about how he never answers a fucking question and tells me to ask someone else or questions my intelligence, how he only schedules special "projects" on the weekends I have the kids, how he made us come in the office for absolutely no reason on the weekend I was moving, how he tells me constantly that I am not doing well enough even though I have more than doubled my annual numbers and I am usually at what he wants for the month in the first week.

He was smart and responded verbally; he doesn't like me.

Had a big thing with Delores that almost killed me.

And Friday, the wheel almost came off my truck. I was making a turn and heard a horrible sound like tearing metal. I drive to the shop and they take a look at it and write up the estimate; over a grand. I don't have it. The bank that Ex and I used to have joint accounts at cancelled my final two credit cards that day. Plus the car rental place wasn't open, it was 7 :00 on a Friday and if they even attempted to start the work, it was something that could not be put back together. The bearing was completely shot and was of such a design that they weren't sure they could put it on without a machine shop, which was closed until Monday.

I was 20 miles from home. I told them to put it back together and I would take it as is because that was my only choice. The manager came out and told me that he really did not feel comfortable letting me take it out, that the wheel was about to come off.

They made me sign a waiver that I fully understood the implications of not getting the repairs done before driving, but what choice did I have? 20 miles from home, no one around that would drive me around all weekend, rental place closed, no credit cards or way to pay for repairs.

I took it as is and called some friends for help in the a.m....today.

I get the truck dropped off and get to the rental place and luckily DID get the last available car.

Drove 55 miles to where the old bank is. My direct deposit had not been stopped completely and i found out that I had $1200 there....sweeeet, I can pay for the repairs....NOPE. They will not allow me to close the account or withdraw any funds until I make all the payments on some past do loans that really do ultimately belong to the Ex....I just got fucked again..

I had no choice but to swallow my pride and call my brother.

He bailed me out....again....and now I owe more money that I can't afford to repay.

Definitely a fucked up week