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Saturday, June 19, 2004
if you want a job done - 01:10 AM
oh, for crying out loud! if you want a job done properly, you have to do it yourself! i'm going to write about this now while i'm still annoyed enough about it to express what i want to say. if i don't write it now i'll write it in the morning or later when i've calmed down & i'll justify away why it's okay after all when it's not okay!
shroom went out with his mate, stu, who's visiting from interstate. he just rang & left a message on the machine saying they're stuck there (out in the city somewhere) because they put the steering lock on the car, but didn't have the key for it .. & then cleverly didn't leave me a damn number to call him back on! he also didn't talk long enough for me to get both myself & riley out of bed to get to phone before he hung up. he knows that it would take me a minute to get there.
i got both of us up, having to wake riley & carry him out to the lounge room with me, then look around for a phone number (which i wasn't even sure i had) with one hand because riley was unsettled from his rude awakening so i was unable to leave him asleep on his mat on the floor while i looked for a number.
not only that, but he did have the damn steering lock key on his key ring, but it must have fallen off because it was on a very loose keyring. i showed him this loose keyring weeks ago & told him that they key had fallen off for me once & that he might want to put it on a new one before it fell off & he lost it & was stranded .. but no! he didn't change it & he didn't leave me a number & didn't wait for me to pick up the stupid bloody phone!
i was tired, so i went to bed quite early (before 9pm) since i'm going out tomorrow & have to leave the house relatively early .. but now i'm up in the bloody middle of the damn night, wide awake, writing this because i'm so pissed off that he didn't flamin' change the flamin' keyring! why doesn't he bloody-well listen to me?!!
it's just as bloody well that i was able to find stu's mobile number to call him on it to find out that he was able to get lock off after all using someone else's steering lock key which just gives me reason to be even more pissed off because that means one of two things: that he didn't put the bloody lock on properly & that it was really just the jiggling which made it open, or that another key really did open it & that the flamin' lock wasn't secure anyway!
now we're going to have to buy a new damn steering lock because you can't get new keys made for them & there's no point having the damn thing if only one of us has a key for it & we have to swap the damn key over on our sets of keys every time we leave the house!
if he finds that key floatng around in his pocket or something i'm going to even more pissed off!
gah!!!! 
i'm going back to bed .. if i can flamin' well get back to sleep. grrrr!
it turns out that some random guy found the key. the chances that they met this guy & that he then said, "i found this key," & that it was shroom's key are pretty out there. i'm just glad that he found it in the end.
i'm not so pissed off anymore. i was still awake when they arrived home & they made me a cuppa & some toast.
.. just as bloody well.
wow, I would be really pissy too over that one, but it is scary to think that they all might be keyed the same! no safety there!
I HATE 'middle of the night' stuff, I am a scary person in the middle of the night. Somebody betta be dead!
i understand it, that your are getting angry
i would to. put it soon out off your head, and think about all the good things in life 
he needs to do some big suckin' up i think! ::hugs:: hope you're not too tired today.
do i see a small tad of male bashing here? gee gals, at least we do cut the grass. [ducking flying pots and pans]
i hate the phone ringing when i have a cranky baby - and then trying to call back one handed - ahhh! chaos! i feel your pain
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s**t happens. ok real girl....breath in, breath out......breath in, breath out. it is somewhat better than getting a call every two weeks from your spouse that they just wrecked another vehicle. but just somewhat. the most annoying part of your tale is the fact that someone walking by had a key that fit. that's scary. i'd wonder if all keys were the same. if so, what's the point. oh...good morning.