I feel like Cameron...
Nov. 10th, 2004 01:56 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
murakoziOne of the big drawbacks to working in a company where a relative also works AND living close to said relative, is that you have no excuse to say no when asked to do a favor.
My stepfather is out of town on business, but the heat pump in his condo is acting up. The repair people are supposed to come out today, so I got volunteered to go and let them in and keep an eye on them while they work. I also get to pay 'em when they're done. I'll get paid back, but that won't be for a couple weeks. Hopefully it won't cost a fortune. After the sofa and the suit, my bank balance is lower than I like it to be, and there's bills to pay. Adding to this joy is that I don't know when they're going to be there. They're supposed to call my cell phone when they're 15 minutes away or so. Just about enough time for me to get over there from work. 'Course, I forgot my checkbook, so I'll have to try to get to my place first.
Anyway, I've got my dad's keyring with the assorted keys to the building, condo, utility room, etc. I just realized that his car key is on it too. He left his car here in the garage at work, since we're across the street from Dulles, and it's easy to sneak over to the Hilton attached to the building and ride their shuttle over to the airport. The car key gave me a little Ferris Bueller moment. Gee, I could drive home in my 10 year old econobox rattletrap....or I could go tooling around in his zippy little Audi TT.
I hate being a responsible person, sometimes.
My stepfather is out of town on business, but the heat pump in his condo is acting up. The repair people are supposed to come out today, so I got volunteered to go and let them in and keep an eye on them while they work. I also get to pay 'em when they're done. I'll get paid back, but that won't be for a couple weeks. Hopefully it won't cost a fortune. After the sofa and the suit, my bank balance is lower than I like it to be, and there's bills to pay. Adding to this joy is that I don't know when they're going to be there. They're supposed to call my cell phone when they're 15 minutes away or so. Just about enough time for me to get over there from work. 'Course, I forgot my checkbook, so I'll have to try to get to my place first.
Anyway, I've got my dad's keyring with the assorted keys to the building, condo, utility room, etc. I just realized that his car key is on it too. He left his car here in the garage at work, since we're across the street from Dulles, and it's easy to sneak over to the Hilton attached to the building and ride their shuttle over to the airport. The car key gave me a little Ferris Bueller moment. Gee, I could drive home in my 10 year old econobox rattletrap....or I could go tooling around in his zippy little Audi TT.
I hate being a responsible person, sometimes.