I'm having the weird sense of de'javu, however you spell it. I was having a good day today, for a Monday. Then during work, all hell broke loose. My ride took me back home after my first place to clean. Said I needed to talk to my boss and make him keep us working for longer than a couple hours. I start at one bank, then travel to another 10 minutes out of town. Right now, and for the past 4 1/2 months, I've been on foot and w/o a driver's license. I don't get it back until 6 months have passed. Only 6 weeks left to go, and my ride quits on me. He's been bringing me to work these past few months. But is getting agitated because our schedule has changed a bit. We stopped cleaning one location. So that takes away from our hours a bit. He gets upset for having to drive me to the other place, only to have to make another trip after 1 to 2 hours of work. I don't give him money for gas, because he refuses it. That's not my fault. He's also taking care of my brother's kids and they have to come along when my brother is working late. That's really bugging him. Those are all choices he made, not me. I'm so grateful for the help, but the way he went about it was totally shitty. He could have told me all this last Friday, instead of waiting for today to spring it on me. Now that leaves me in a lurch. Trying to find a ride at the last minute and for the next few weeks. He used to live with my mom and she broke it off with him. I don't know why he helped me out and it's none of my business. But it just so happens that the last good day that I had on a Monday was June 22, 2009. The day I wrecked my car, for good. Ironic, isn't it. But I'm not laughing.