finding things in the strangest places

I'm having a bad day.  Last night I picked up my father at the airport, and his plane was late, and I didn't eat and was getting progressively more tired.  Anyway, we are almost home when my mobile rings twice in a row, odd given the hour.  Then a minute later the "check engine" light comes on.  In my brand.  new.  car.  Got home and pulled out the manual, couldn't find a reason why it came on, pissed because I have had the car for a FUCKING WEEK.  One week.  Check the missed calls on the mobile; it's some number I don't recognize.  Then my home phone rings; again, weird because it's about 11:40pm.  Caller ID says it is the same number from my mobile.  I pick it up, say hello, and there is a good 4-5 second pause before the caller hangs up.  But I know the call is meant for me because of the mobile phone calls.  We look up the area code:  Pontiac, Michigan.  The only fucker I know that is from Michigan is Tom, ex-boyfriend of 3 months last year that went freaky on me and stalked me for over four months.  I finally filed a complaint against him and it went to court and the judge signed an arrest warrant on the basis of harrassment.  I hadn't heard from him since January (maybe, I had a weird call in March/April once), and JUST YESTERDAY I was thinking maybe I should go to the sherriff's office to have the warrant, what, deactivated?  I don't know, but figured it had been long enough to drop it.  And then last night.  Plus the car fucking up just putting a glaze of shit over everything.  Not surprisingly, had fitful and unhappy dreams.  I just want it to be over.  I just want not to feel scared anymore.  I want the fist of nausea in my stomach thinking about that situation all over again to go away.  I want a man to be angry about this and protect me.  And I don't mean my dad, although I know he would do his best.  He was being really sweet to me this morning, and I felt like shit that I didn't buy any groceries or clean up the house.
 
Anyway, my HR colleague from Puerto Rico calls this morning about rescheduling a meeting, and I point out that the resked might be a blessing in disguise because of some resources that would be available to us later.  And she says, in her lovely heavy Puerto Rican accent, "You seeee?  Everything has a purrrpose."
 
And I said, "Yes, it does.  Yes, it does."  Now I just have to figure out what it is.
 
postscript:  Well, car dealership just called.  They want me to turn it in tonight, should have everything done by noon tomorrow.  They are going to loan me a Jetta.  Ew.  Sorry to all you Jetta drivers out there, but if you had a new car, you'd be pissed too.