Mental Health Day

I declared yesterday at work that I was going to take a mental health day. I told the important customers I was taking a day off and they didn't mind, and the only issue I had was missing the "Health Comittee" meeting, which I recently inserted myself in. Telling someone that you are going to miss your second ever "Health Comittee" Meeting, to take a mental health day is a lot of fun.

So part of my mental health day plan was to clean out my car so I can get it ready to be sold. The title has been transferred now from Virginia to Maryland, and it will just take some careful spending to get it back on the road. I am at Guy and Dana's house, which is great because they have a gate that opens so I can pull my car close enough to the spicket and get a good scrubbing in.

Recap, for anyone who doesn't know.
The Civic has 1 flat tire, illegal plates, a nearly empty gas tank, specks of chocolate that are barely noticeable (but won't go away) and has been sitting in Guy and Dana's driveway for too long.

I pulled the car into the yard, and got a sponge and started scrubbing.

About half way into the work I noticed that it wasn't a whole lot of fun and decided to turn on some music. Knowing that the car has very little gas I used only the battery. Needless to say, due to the fact that it has been sitting so long, and I had a phone charger going, and the radio cranked, the battery is now dead. I turned the car completely off and decided to just finish washing the outside.

After completing the outside, I got back into the car thinking that maybe, just maybe it had charged just enough to start the car, get the alternator going and recharge the car. When I turned the key, voila, all the silly beeps started, but upon further rotating of the key the car made a scary sort of gaspy sound, which can only mean one of two things to this amuteur automobologist.
A- The car has just enough battery life to make the beeps, but not start the car.
B- I am totally out of gas (which I have never in the history of vehicles and me, have ever done before... in fact it is something I take pride in).

Anyway, forget about it, "when the neighbor gets home I will ask him", I say to myself. Instead of fretting, I decide to do something constructive with my time and finally call a certain goverment agency I have been avoiding talking to. I sat down on the couch, took a deep breath, and dialed the numbers.

"Please press 1 for English"... so I did.
"Please enter your social security number or work number" so I enter my ssn#.
"Please press 1 if you entered a social security number" so I did.

"Thank you for calling, your calls may be monitered for quality assurance, blah blah blah"
"We're sorry due to unexpectedly high call volume, there is noone that can assist you at the present time, please call back later, or the following business day"

Hang up, try back in 15, same. Hang up try back in 15, same.

So I went out to my car, vacuumed the driver's half, struggling to get every last Abby hair off of my black cloth seat. Try the number again, the same. Hang up try back in 15, the same.

So I did the logical thing and decided I would blog about it.

Not much of a mental health day really. Right now I am calling the same number over and over and over and over and over hoping for different results and I have a car marooned in the back yard of my friends house which is either out of gas, has a dead battery, or most likely both.