Different (and not afraid to admit it)

So shit hit the fan today…in the form of driving lessons. Who knew that driving lessons could cause so much emotional abuse?

Apparently I did not know that, until this morning. 

When I first scheduled my driving lessons with the Florida Safety Council, they specifically told me that they would reschedule today’s lesson from 8:00 to 10:30 this morning. (As a side note, it’s now 12:26…three minutes before my supposedly scheduled lesson was supposed to end.) But I doubt they even got the memo, because I got two calls from them approximately after eight, which leads me to the conclusion of…yeah. And by the way…the stuff I got from them still mentioned the original 8:00 time slot.

Before you ask, “Did you even call them back?” I just want to say I did. In fact I called them back several times, even leaving three effing messages. Apparently they are closed on Sundays as well as Saturdays. But they have classes seven days a week. My half sister was waiting with me, and even she had to leave messages. We waited from 10:30 to 11:00, and after that decided to leave the place, but not before leaving a handwritten note. We headed for home, and I was musing (reluctantly) over and over about the $80 they would probably wind up charging on my credit card because I supposedly missed a class. But the thing is…I didn’t. If anything, this shit goes on their tab because they were the ones who rescheduled my time slot today, not me. If I wanted to reschedule I’d have to call them 48 hours in advance. Not that I would, anyway, unless there were extenuating circumstances.

Once we stepped foot in my house we informed my parents of what exactly was going on and decided to email them. Well, I did, since I am the only one who has a Knightsmail address (that is the email that the FSC has on my records, at least I think they do), and printed out a copy for my records just in case…because you never really know. 

I’m rather sore about the whole matter. I don’t know about you, but I definitely am sure that I would not want to be charged an effing $80 that I do not deserve to be charged. Especially as I am on a leave of absence from work, and paychecks are streaming in slowly. (I’m hoping to get off leave by the end of this month for obvious reasons.) Though I got pretty lucky with my most recent paycheck, that should hold me over for a while. 

I told myself while we were congregated together here, in a shared feeling of dislike and frustration (hah), that “I will be blogging.” And I am, right now! Nothing feels just as good when you’re ranting (constructively, of course) on your own blog. :D