Hell is other people

First day of unemployment was hectic as hell.

Last night I realized my license had expired so my first order of business today was to renew it. However, the courthouse was closed for... wait for it... Jefferson Davis'* birthday. That's what I get for living in the South, I suppose. That plan failing, I went to my father's house to borrow a truck so that I could start moving some of my things into our new house. The truck was full of things and my father didn't want me to unload of dump it today, so that was a 45 minute drive and a bit of gas wasted. Stopped by the automotive shop to schedule an oil-change and alignment inspection before my roadtrip and got in Wednesday morning. Called my dad to see if he'd meet me there since I'll have to leave my car there for the morning and he hemmed and hawed and said he'd "see if he could work something out". I told him I'd just take care of it and hung up.

Being frustrated with people being uncooperative (there's an episode with my mother that also occurred this morning that I am not going into but which added a good amount of frustration to my day) I made two spur of the moment decisions: to go donate blood and to get a haircut.

The first decision was inspired by seeing a LifeSouth** mobile donation center parked at shopping center while I was driving back to my house. I made a U-turn and pulled into the parking lot and 20 minutes later I had a cheesy t-shirt and was a pint of blood lighter. Following that I went to pick up some boxes to pack my things in and drove by a hair salon and decided to get rid of the mop of hair I was sporting. The stylist was adorable and very good. Ended up having about 5 inches cut off and having the remainder chopped with a razor.

As it stands, my roadtrip is being pushed back 2-3 days. I'd intially wanted to leave on Friday, but due to the uncooperative nature of other people I'm stuck taking care of things that were supposed to have been done two to three weeks ago. Now the pressure falls to me to get them done, all while trying to pack up all of my belongings and securely store them in our new home before I leave.

*President of the Confederate States of America. His birthday is not, so far as I know, a federal holiday.
**LifeSouth is a regional blood donation service that collects and provides to, and only to, the three local hospitals. This means all blood donations to them go to help people in the community, as opposed to the Red Cross, which dispurses the blood nationwide.