Fathers be good to your daughters

My car is on an I hate Laura streak. My entire digital information panel is dead. No speedometer, no gauges, no nothing. And it's not a blown fuse. To make it even better, I locked my keys in the car tonight. To break in, we unzipped the back plastic window. Now it won't close. The most I'm doing is investing in needle nose pliers, WD-40, and a roll of duct tape.

My job is also on the bandwagon. Applebee's is no better than Ruby's with their broken bar promises. Apparently "we can't afford to take you off the floor" is the universal management out. And one of my bosses is such a dickhead he didn't understand why I had a meltdown after working a 67 hour week.

Can't take it.