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This is from MySpace, where I posted it the same night it happened. I was angry, ya'll. I am still angry, but also hurting all over as well. My boss sent me home a bit early today, because she said she could tell just looking at me that I was definitely none too comfortable. I feel stiff, and awkward and just... achy. It sucks. This whole situation is wreaking serious havoc on my emotions right now. I have so much to do tomorrow, including going to the police station after work so I can pick up this woman's insurance info (if she even has it). I went Saturday and they said they had nothing for me yet. What the hell? I'm just ready to burst into flames at this point. None of this is my fault and yet, my entire life is being turned upside down.
The (lately) ever present Casey sent me an email suggesting You should quit your job and this couldn't happen. Oh dear, how I would love to quit my job, sell my car and move out to Slackerland with him, alas, I probably can't. He's been bothering me for the better part of this year to do just that, but I always resist. Maybe I should've listened to him when he first brought this to my attention, things might be easier.
However... maybe I just need a different car. One that doesn't seem to have a sign on it visible only to bad drivers, begging Hit me, please. I'm tiny, shiny and bright red. Can you really resist beating the shit out of me? But I like my car. It's the first truly adult purchase I ever made, completely on my own. It's wholly mine and has never belonged to anyone else. It's only two years old and is just not built to fight like a man. Basically, it's Ralph Wigum. You can see my concern here.
- So do any of you remember how 2007 began for me? Back in January? And then just kept sucking all year long? Well now! I guess 2007 decided it wasn't done with me just yet, because on my way home from work tonight, I was stopped at a red light in Aston, and I glanced up at my rearview and saw a car going pretty fucking fast with no signs of stopping, and sure enough!! RIGHT INTO ME. Which caused me to crash into the truck in front of me. WOW!!! Isn't this AN AWFUL lot like January, when some shady dude rear ended me... on my way home from work?! What a coincidence!
However! This must be like an *extended dance mix* of badness, because the bitch who hit me was apparently DRUGGED/DRUNK and when I told her I obviously had to call the cops, she said "Oh... you don't have to do that..." WOW. She could barely even speak, she was so fucked up. I even sort of expected her to try to drive away. She tried to get SYMPATHY from me, because it was her mom's car & she had her two little kids with her. MAYBE you should've thought of that before driving with drugs & booze in you, huh? The guy I was pushed into said his car was only a bit scratched up & he didn't want to stick around, so he left. Whatever. I got the worst damage anyway.
I'm just so angry. The cops came and arrested this woman (the cop said it was for drug possession, driving under the influence, etc) & got my info, and told me to come down to the police station tomorrow to get her insurance info & all that. And I am most certainly calling a lawyer tomorrow as well. I get to spend my day off dealing with this shit, and then I have to open at work Sunday morning. And while I'm glad it's not my fault, OBVIOUSLY, I also know this won't be any sort of easy, and I REALLY HOPE she has insurance at all. If she doesn't, I'll have to go through my company & have my monthly fee raised up because of it. All because some drug addict decided to get behind the wheel tonight. My car is fucked up on both ends this time and looks pretty fucking bad, but at least it's drivable, so I can get myself to work & back, at least until the bodyshop needs it.
But it just sucks. I wish 2007 would stop finding new ways to suckerpunch me when I don't expect it.
The (lately) ever present Casey sent me an email suggesting You should quit your job and this couldn't happen. Oh dear, how I would love to quit my job, sell my car and move out to Slackerland with him, alas, I probably can't. He's been bothering me for the better part of this year to do just that, but I always resist. Maybe I should've listened to him when he first brought this to my attention, things might be easier.
However... maybe I just need a different car. One that doesn't seem to have a sign on it visible only to bad drivers, begging Hit me, please. I'm tiny, shiny and bright red. Can you really resist beating the shit out of me? But I like my car. It's the first truly adult purchase I ever made, completely on my own. It's wholly mine and has never belonged to anyone else. It's only two years old and is just not built to fight like a man. Basically, it's Ralph Wigum. You can see my concern here.