Don't Mess With My Half Wigs.....

The theme of this week has got to be aggravation. Everywhere I turn someone is just trying me. Yesterday, all I wanted to do was get a new bulb for my low beam headlight. My bulbs are hard as hell to change, despite the fact the manual makes it look easy. The first call I made was one of my favorite places(when I become Oprah Jr. I am going to have a show called "Favorite Places")--Jiffy Lube. I read on the website that they change bulbs. I was greeted over the phone by a gentleman who clearly never heard of the phrase, "speak clearly". He told me that they did not change lights on my car because....you guessed it.....it's too complicated. Jesus. My next call was to the fine people at the car dealership, where I purchased this fine automobile I might add. They told me it would 50 dollars to change the bulb...parts and labor. WTF???? *sigh* It has to be done, so I leave work and head on out to the dealership. I get there and Cliff(not his real name....I just think he looked like a Cliff) tells me that they close in 30 minutes and he has a shop full of work and would not be able to get to it until Saturday. WHAT? So I went with the next available option. Go to the auto parts store and try to install it myself *sigh*. I was frustrated because I had choir rehearsal in 2 hours and I knew from the past experience with my headlights that this was going to be difficult. Last time I was fortunate that a store employee was kind enough to help me. It took his ass a long time. I called the parts store and the manager told me they have the bulb but because of liability and all that jazz no one would be able to help me put it in. Sugar honey iced tea. I get to the store and I am greeted by a lady named Jody. Off top, I knew there would be no chance of me getting any pretty girl-needs help-with her car sympathy. I asked her did she have a wrench set, because I was getting ready to go to town on my headlight. She asked me why I should need that, then she came out to my car and guess what y'all? Jody installed my light without removing the headlight and she showed me what to do for the next time. Talk about girl power! Thank God for her.
Rev bought me some molasses yesterday so I can make this conditioner that is supposed to stop breakage. You know I'll be letting you know all about it on Monday.
My mom wants me to help her clean for my sisters impending visit this Saturday. Do Jesus. I am tired when I get off work. I just want to come home and relax(read:do my hair). I am getting off early today and I am going to go home and clean the carpets and vacuum and then I want to be left the hell alone. I mean that. Shoot my Netflix will be here.....
I have been going through pure hell in regards to those two wigs I ordered from Hairsisters. After being sent to Nebraska the first time around they agreed to just resend me the wigs about 3 weeks ago. In this time I ordered another half wig from them(its fierce!) and I looked on the Internet saw where that wig has being shipped but the other two were still in processing! Why is everybody trying to try me? I called them and they informed me that my other two wigs will arrive from the manufacturer on Friday(they would have had them had they not sent them to Nebraska) and I should receive them by Wednesday. Jesus people...when was I going to be informed of this? If I don't have those wigs on my front porch via UPS by Wednesday I am going to be one angry black woman. You don't mess with my half wigs...or my Mango Butter. Get yourself cut.
Why is it some people can't just say what they want without a lot of extra talk? This woman at work feels the need to over explain every single thing she says to me. I am not touchdown...I comprehend. I don't recall her seeing me licking any windows. She gives this whole preamble to her general point. Shoot, when you come in my office you have 2 seconds to make your point or I am tuning your ass out. I don't have time to listen to your life story. Work on me Lord.