PISSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!
I just had the worst/most expensive day of my life!
It all started with depression, which should have been red flag ..1. If you keep up with my blogs or you are one of my close friends, you would know that I have a history of massive lapses of depression, and I am right smack in the middle of one right now.
Being the genius... or idiot... that I am, I decided that a trip to visit Jay would brighten my mood a little. I knew that he was done with class today at 3:30, and after driving down to WVU a few times now, I figured that I would be fine to drive home in the dark. I had to argue with myself about it for a while to justify the $20 in gas that it would take me to get there and back. I finally came to the conclusion that if I didn't eat today, it would kind of average out.
I left at 2:50, and I was very careful with the gas peddal, coasting on hills, and applying pressure so lightly up hill as to conserve every drop possible. I got there at 4:15 with a little over 3/4 of a tank, and I was quite proud of myself.
"As long as I can pull into my driveway tonight with over a half a tank, this trip will cost me less than I had planned," I told myself, and I was very pleased.
I spent a few hours with Jay, watched "Anchorman," and rubbed his back and feet for about an hour. I love to take care of him though, so it is not at all like I am complaining.
Jay walked me downstairs to leave at 8:00, and what to my wondering eyes was this on my windshield? A parking ticket! YES! Apparently, you are allowed to park on campus after 5:00... NOT 4:00. So now the $20 that took 2 hours of justification had become $30.
I cried and cried because even though $10 is not THAT big of a deal, in the grand scheme of things, it might as well be another $500. I just got my bills for my citibank and discover cards, my first student loan bill came today, I don't think that Victoria's Secret will EVER stop billing me for the bathing suit that I returned in May, my rearview mirror decided to fall off and smash on the road this weekend, I finally deposited enough money to cover the multiple fees that PNC charged me for overdrawing my account by 10 cents 2 weeks ago, and I just realized yesterday that my citicard is gone. I only noticed this because I needed to re-enter my account .. through paypal in order to update my email address. I haven't even touched that credit card since April, and I ought to have cut it up as soon as I decided to stop using it. So now I am anxious to see if they send me a bill for a credit card that has been paid off just so I can pay for something else that I neither deserve to pay for nor can afford to pay for.
So after my emotional breakdown over the $10 ticket, I drove away from WVU with tears in my eyes. I was about half-way home, approaching a construction zone and slowing down when I started to smell strange fumes in my car. I got a little freaked out and put down the windows to figure out if it was the area or my car that was producing the smell. I put the windows back up just as I approached the cones and reflectors. Then, out of nowhere, a tractor trailer truck was sitting in the right lane with it's 4-ways on. I went around it, and saw a police car with its lights on behind me approaching the truck. My first reaction was to worry about the truck driver. As the cop passed the truck, I started to worry about myself.
I pulled over, and the cop told me that I was going 69 in a 50. I swear that the last speed limit sign I saw said 55, and I swear that I wasn't going much over 60 I had been glancing at my speedometer obsessively just then because I remembered thinking that Jay would be proud of me for maintaining my speed so well. All that I can figure is that he clocked me right when the strange fumes started to freak me out, and it is highly possible that I sped up as I put the windows down. I just know that I wanted to get out of that immediate area to determine where the smell was coming from.
It doesn't matter now though. All that matters is that I bawled my guts out and was shaking so hard that I could barely sign his paper, and I drove away with a $105 fine.
Good thing I ended up justifying that $20 trip, or I probably would have been pretty mad that I ended up paying $135 to rub Jay's back.
It all started with depression, which should have been red flag ..1. If you keep up with my blogs or you are one of my close friends, you would know that I have a history of massive lapses of depression, and I am right smack in the middle of one right now.
Being the genius... or idiot... that I am, I decided that a trip to visit Jay would brighten my mood a little. I knew that he was done with class today at 3:30, and after driving down to WVU a few times now, I figured that I would be fine to drive home in the dark. I had to argue with myself about it for a while to justify the $20 in gas that it would take me to get there and back. I finally came to the conclusion that if I didn't eat today, it would kind of average out.
I left at 2:50, and I was very careful with the gas peddal, coasting on hills, and applying pressure so lightly up hill as to conserve every drop possible. I got there at 4:15 with a little over 3/4 of a tank, and I was quite proud of myself.
"As long as I can pull into my driveway tonight with over a half a tank, this trip will cost me less than I had planned," I told myself, and I was very pleased.
I spent a few hours with Jay, watched "Anchorman," and rubbed his back and feet for about an hour. I love to take care of him though, so it is not at all like I am complaining.
Jay walked me downstairs to leave at 8:00, and what to my wondering eyes was this on my windshield? A parking ticket! YES! Apparently, you are allowed to park on campus after 5:00... NOT 4:00. So now the $20 that took 2 hours of justification had become $30.
I cried and cried because even though $10 is not THAT big of a deal, in the grand scheme of things, it might as well be another $500. I just got my bills for my citibank and discover cards, my first student loan bill came today, I don't think that Victoria's Secret will EVER stop billing me for the bathing suit that I returned in May, my rearview mirror decided to fall off and smash on the road this weekend, I finally deposited enough money to cover the multiple fees that PNC charged me for overdrawing my account by 10 cents 2 weeks ago, and I just realized yesterday that my citicard is gone. I only noticed this because I needed to re-enter my account .. through paypal in order to update my email address. I haven't even touched that credit card since April, and I ought to have cut it up as soon as I decided to stop using it. So now I am anxious to see if they send me a bill for a credit card that has been paid off just so I can pay for something else that I neither deserve to pay for nor can afford to pay for.
So after my emotional breakdown over the $10 ticket, I drove away from WVU with tears in my eyes. I was about half-way home, approaching a construction zone and slowing down when I started to smell strange fumes in my car. I got a little freaked out and put down the windows to figure out if it was the area or my car that was producing the smell. I put the windows back up just as I approached the cones and reflectors. Then, out of nowhere, a tractor trailer truck was sitting in the right lane with it's 4-ways on. I went around it, and saw a police car with its lights on behind me approaching the truck. My first reaction was to worry about the truck driver. As the cop passed the truck, I started to worry about myself.
I pulled over, and the cop told me that I was going 69 in a 50. I swear that the last speed limit sign I saw said 55, and I swear that I wasn't going much over 60 I had been glancing at my speedometer obsessively just then because I remembered thinking that Jay would be proud of me for maintaining my speed so well. All that I can figure is that he clocked me right when the strange fumes started to freak me out, and it is highly possible that I sped up as I put the windows down. I just know that I wanted to get out of that immediate area to determine where the smell was coming from.
It doesn't matter now though. All that matters is that I bawled my guts out and was shaking so hard that I could barely sign his paper, and I drove away with a $105 fine.
Good thing I ended up justifying that $20 trip, or I probably would have been pretty mad that I ended up paying $135 to rub Jay's back.