How happy are we that it's Friday?

Wow, what a week!!! Between giving 6 gallons of blood, visiting several doctors, going crazy on new medication, cutting back the smoking BIG time, realizing that everyone I work with hates me and effing up my car this week, I'm really really really ready for the weekend. and possibly a glass of wine... or a bottle.
I feel like everytime I post it's always "wah wah wah" but this week has been incredibly sucky. Yesterday morning, around 630am I was going to visit the vampires (labcorp) again so they could steal my blood. I was tired and since I'm not allowed to smoke on my new medicine and I wasn't allowed to have caffine before my blood work- I was super fucking grouchy. I turn into Crain Towers and BAM! A nasty little curb jumped right in front of my rear right tire. I pulled into the nearest spot and as soon as I hopped out of my car I heard *pssssssssstttttttttt*. Yeah, my tire went completely flat in around 3 seconds. Really. So I called Saturn roadside assistance so someone could come and change it and was greeted with "Oh, your covereage expired at 60,000 miles. I can send someone out, but I'll have to price quote you and you'll have to pay for it up front." Looovvveeelllyyyyyy. Anyway, I accepted, went to the vampires and then came back outside to wait for someone to change my tire. They were very, very late. like an hour late. and guess who the tire-change-guy was? You guessed it. DRUNK TIRE GUY! I almost peed myself. I couldn't believe it. Thankfully I saved his number in my phone just for this kind of emergency. In any case, he did not try to pick me up this time and did not tell me he had been drinking rum and coke for a few hours before comeing to my aid. He put on my spare tire, which is literally the size of a donut- I'm always so scared to drive on it- and left. I was 2 hours late for work and now have to pay $200 to get a new tire and get my car realigned.
In other news; Everyone at work is having lunch together- except me. Why? I wasn't invited. Shocked? Don't be. They hate me. Maybe because I'm somewhere around 20+ years younger than 90% of my co workers? Maybe because of my race? sexual orientation? Lack of religion? Who knows.

anyway, my break is almost over so I am going to go back to listening to The Mopod show and pretending that I have friends in the building (even if they are imported directly through my ear buds).

Happy weekend!