UGH!

Lotta frustrations keep commin up lately and I can't seem to get a handle on any of it at all.
My lovely 98 Pontiac Grand Am apparently decided that I no longer needed it at all as the transmission went out on it last Thursday. Only gonna cost $1600-1800 to rebuild. Totally not worth it at all conciderin my car books for about $1800 to begin with. Then there my mom who thinks she knows all. Lectures me bout my choice of cars and how I need to quit lookin at the "sporty" cars. Sorry ma but ya ain't the one that had to pay for the damn car n only had a couple cars in your price range. Oh yea ain't I the one that has told you what was wrong with yer car a few times when something went wrong with it?
Same day I got really ticked at my boyfriend who is a pretty good guy for the most part. He had been drivin my car quiet a bit for the past month or so due to his blazer throwin a rod. The same day I had let him know that I had found someone to look at my car at 1:30pm. I jumped on the open appointment because it normally really hard to get into a mechanic that fast. I get the response that today labs were gonna more than likely run long and that he wouldn't be out till 12:30pm. Trouble with that is that he was commin from Carthage and the appointment was in Quincy then he couldn't figure out why I was so mad. I mean I understand school is important but I've been good enough to let him use MY car for over a month for his schooling and work and here he is blowing me off.
So now I'm stuck without a vehicle. When we work the same days he drops me off at work but I have to find a ride home because I get off work before he does. Oh well. That normally what ends up happening to me. I help someone out and get a huge screwing for the help in return.
Talk to my dad in hopes that he'll help me out. I get, "You better use your boyfriend's truck then," as a response. Well screw you 2 dad. Cause right after he said that he went on and on about how much money he gets a month. Appaerntly I mean nothing to my father at all cuz he'd stop actin like I don't exist at all and act like I mean something for once in my life.
The golden child in the family was the one that spent 5 years in prision. I'm the only one of my parent's children that never even spent any time in jail at all. Never been arrested, EVER. I've only gotten tickets for speeding and have had one accident that was my fault but yet I get treated like I'm the worst kid in the bunch all the time. Between them and my ex-husband it's no wonder why I feel like everyone thinks I'm worthless. I can't seem to do anything right at all. Just figures.
Ended up having to go to my DON twice now bout couple problems and just hopin I didn't just cause alot of trouble for myself in the end. One was over the safety of a resident where I tried to talk to my nurse twice about the the issue then I went to the charge nurse. Both people just gave me the oh well answer like no big deal. So I then went to the DON over the situation and got the resident issue taken care of. This last issue was over the worthless co-worker. I've had trouble with him couple times before and had spoken to the nurse who did nothing bout it. I had told nother nurse bout the situation and Sunday I ended up on the hardest end of the building with that nurse and that co-worker. He was supposed to be in at 10p but didn't show up till midnight. At 12:30m while I was workin on room rounds and answering call lights he was getting the paper work and sat down at the tables. This is after I had asked him to restock the gloves as we were out in almost every room. I brought the issue up with the nurse, told her how right is it that I had been there since 6pm worked my butt off to pass attends to all the residents, passed out linens to all the rooms, emptied all the trash out of all the bathrooms as well as each resident room there was on that end then also passed out ice to all the residents as well, then for him to come in the way he did for him to sit down after he'd been there for half an hour and leave me to do everything else bymyself. She shrugged and did nothing at all. I hated having to go to the DON like that. I didn't get the greatest response outta her either but she still took care of the problem, well for the most part.
Then today 7-21-09 was supposed to have an appointment to FINALLY get my teeth looked at. I even put the appointment in my phone so that there was no mix up. Well used my boyfriend's durango to go to Carthage for the appointment just to get told it next Tuesday. I know she said the 21 because I told her that it's cool that it was for today because tomorrow I'm takin the compass test for my college classes. So I drove his Durango outta town and put extra mileage on it for NOTHING at all and still have bad teeth. THANKS!
I hate not having my own freakin car. It's SOOOOOO frustratin and no one understands it at all. UGH!
Why is it I always end up gettin screwed in the end? Gettin really really REALLY sick and tired of it.