I hate being a grown up

SO. today i had to go to the IRS office. at first i was like no big deal. then i was like nawww, i don't wanna. then i was like oh but i have to. so i went

okay. I HATE TUCSON. i feel like being a grownup today would not have been as stressful if i were home in Mesa.. but Tucson added to my stress today.

i type the address into my phone and i get there pretty quickly considering Tucson traffic. so i see the office and i drive past the office. and i discover my problem. WHERE THE HECK DO I PARK!? everything i read says "must have permit" k guys. funny joke. I don't have a permit!! so i drive all the way around the block back to the building.. i see a sign this time round saying "PUBLIC PARKING". okay i'm game. no prob. YES. Problem occurs i go down the hill to this thing and it says $5 cash only. NOOOOOOO! i don't have cash! so i'm like oh crap now i gotta back out. Just then a car starts coming down the hill behind me and i'm in a stick shift so hills are not my strong point. so i'm like freaking out and backing out. luckily the nice car moved out of my way. 

i go drive around the block again. this time the opposite way. literally there is no street parking anywhere (NOT LIKE it matters because Marlee can't even parallel park..) so i'm like crying and hyperventilating cuz i gotta go to this building and idk how i'm going to do it. so i go around the block AGAIN! this time stop on the side of the road sorta, i can't explain how that was okay.. but it just was.. i just couldn't park there... but i also wasn't in anyone's way. So right then i call Khalil. and i'm like crying and asking him where i go or what i do. i have no cash on me and idk where to go. he's like trying to coax me into going down the Public Parking ramp again and i'm like no. i can't. it's like walking into a trap. I'm sitting in my car tho on the side of the road yelling and freaking out at Khalil and i realized i was having a flipping anxiety attack. horrible. so i finally listen to Khalil and drive down the ramp once again this time i drive up a little further and right before i went with my original idea of smashing through the railroad post thingy up down mabobber.. i saw a BIG GREEN button. i push it and this little ticket pops out and the gate goes up. WINNING!! so i go park and make my way back to the IRS building. i have to go through a metal detector like i'm some mass murderer.. or at an airport.. so dumb. and the guy kept asking me questions about what i was doing there. (okay i looked like a five year old... i had on a hello kitty sweatshirt leggings, tall grey fuzzy socks and my Nike mandals.. judge me.) and then i had to go wait in this tiny cramped office with every Indian in Tucson and wait for my name to get called. my ADD started kicking in because i could not sit still. and everyone started staring at me.. it was bad. but the lady, who finally called me, was super nice gave me all that i needed and i was out quick. 

i got back to the parking garage and got out by paying the guy two dollars in change.. a lot of nickels actually.. it was embarassing.. 

so moral of the story. i'm getting a job so that i can just get my transcripts off the internet cuz i hate driving and people.

other moral. I HATE BEING A GROWN UP!

M.