I am so furious right now; not only were my rims ruined, but those lovely expensive tires I thought I had schootched out of having to replaced have now turned out as unusable. I'm so angry right now I can't see straight. It wouldn't be so bad had my dad not jacked me from paying 750 to 900 on chewbacca's vet bills for no reason when we both sat down and agreed I would pay the surgery bill and he the vet keeping (we had a vacation and he had to stay there due to his injury) (the vet keeping never came into my court until now).
So that's 150$ extra. The two tires are going to round to 600$ (there goes that pertty '05 pastel male I'd inquired about). So now I've paid 625/2000. And you know I could deal with this so much easier if my dad didn't sit around and rub it in my face by rounding up figures and mentioning it whenever he get's in a mood.
OOOOH PEOPLE AND THEIR NERVE.
If its not flippin bills (dang i could have had a spider by the time this is all said and done X_X) its my boss and her boss yanking the art department into 60 hour weeks for no reason other than to make them look good. yet, when the bi-weekly updates on which dept's of our 'factory' have done the best, we never get mentioned. Freaking mark-up was applauded for going through over time for THREE WEEKS WOW. We've been doing over time for .. ugh.. three months now. THANKS DELANNA AND MICHELE.
The end I think.

Bright Side: I get my corn babies Wednesday and the 12th is the DRS. Thankyou Jesus. Crowley needs to get out of his shed because I feel some serious cuddle time about to go down.