Things Go from Bad to Worse
It's been a while. A loooooong while, I know.
But things are as hectic and chaotic as always.
First off, I had a car and then I lost it. The Corsica seized on me, leaving me high and dry for two weeks without transport. THAT was fun. Bob is as maniacal a scheduler as he is a driver, and I refuse to do another week of clinging furiously to the center console of his Jeep while we speed through morning rush-hour. Plus, he isn't out of class until 8:30 most nights, and I just can't swing that. It would leave me with hours and hours and HOURS of free time, time when public offices aren't open and normal people aren't available for interviews, so there's no sense in utilizing the time, anyway.
So I got a Toyota Camry, a nice car but a bit overpriced for a 1991. It only had 100K on it, so I figured it wasn't a big deal.
Heh. You picked up on 'had' already, didn't you?
YES, I owned the car for FIVE BLOODY DAYS until yesterday when I was on my way to work, and a man that God forgot, a member of the walking dead, a ZOMBIE if you will, pulled out in front of me on a snow-covered road. I couldn't stop. There wasn't time or room enough. As soon as I hit the brakes, I knew I was about to be bosom-buddies with his back bumper, and no amount of honking, screaming or cursing would save my poor little car from its demise.
Rest in peace, unnamed Toyota. You were a tolerable car for a week. T___T
To make matters worse, the insurance doesn't cover collision, so because I didn't rip my own skull out of its fleshy covering and beat the other driver senseless with my cranial juices, I don't get squat. The police are now using a modernly obsolete system called TRAKS, or 'These Red Apples Kinda Suck', and is about as useful as it sounds. Due to the cold weather, anti-immigration policy, and the DOT, I won't be able to get an accident report until Monday. So I can't get a rental car or reimbursement for my vehicle until next week.
Great. I get to call Doug again and ask for money out of the trust. I hate this... AND IT WASN'T EVEN MY FAULT! The police report, the witness at the scene, my insurance company...even the other driver admitted it was HIS FAULT. But his GIGANTIC Ford pickup is fine, whereas my car will never start again. His pickup truck can maintain its massive city-driving disuse, whereas my Toyota will never cruise the Eastern seaboard (I'm doing a tour this summer in whatever car I have), will never go to NYC (I've got an environmental conference Saturday thru Monday), will never see the joy of Narutarded love-festing (Anime Boston), and will never get excess sand in its intake valves (beach hopping this summer for sure). No, my little Toyota will know a trash heap and a swift compaction, a strip-down and a series of long, cold eons before our sun explodes and devours the planet, along with all memory of human-kind, and the epic battle between a Ford pickup and a Toyota Camry...
God, that was epic. I think that deserved a fade-to-black and some Star Wars credits.
In other news, I play WoW, work at Market Strategies (formerly Market Insights), and nothing else major is wrong in life. I've gotten into this mode where I'm ready for the 'real world,' looking for a 'real' career and getting ready for non-college life; I've got by Associates in communications, and I'm focusing on sociology right now, but it'll be a while before a Bachelor's degree thanks to bad planning and horrible schedules. I want to be a detective, I think; as much as I like writing, I tried it for a year already, and I don't like the journalism career. At all.
So I don't want to be a journalist anymore. I don't know what I'm doing with my life.
Wow. Maybe there is something major going wrong...
But things are as hectic and chaotic as always.
First off, I had a car and then I lost it. The Corsica seized on me, leaving me high and dry for two weeks without transport. THAT was fun. Bob is as maniacal a scheduler as he is a driver, and I refuse to do another week of clinging furiously to the center console of his Jeep while we speed through morning rush-hour. Plus, he isn't out of class until 8:30 most nights, and I just can't swing that. It would leave me with hours and hours and HOURS of free time, time when public offices aren't open and normal people aren't available for interviews, so there's no sense in utilizing the time, anyway.
So I got a Toyota Camry, a nice car but a bit overpriced for a 1991. It only had 100K on it, so I figured it wasn't a big deal.
Heh. You picked up on 'had' already, didn't you?
YES, I owned the car for FIVE BLOODY DAYS until yesterday when I was on my way to work, and a man that God forgot, a member of the walking dead, a ZOMBIE if you will, pulled out in front of me on a snow-covered road. I couldn't stop. There wasn't time or room enough. As soon as I hit the brakes, I knew I was about to be bosom-buddies with his back bumper, and no amount of honking, screaming or cursing would save my poor little car from its demise.
Rest in peace, unnamed Toyota. You were a tolerable car for a week. T___T
To make matters worse, the insurance doesn't cover collision, so because I didn't rip my own skull out of its fleshy covering and beat the other driver senseless with my cranial juices, I don't get squat. The police are now using a modernly obsolete system called TRAKS, or 'These Red Apples Kinda Suck', and is about as useful as it sounds. Due to the cold weather, anti-immigration policy, and the DOT, I won't be able to get an accident report until Monday. So I can't get a rental car or reimbursement for my vehicle until next week.
Great. I get to call Doug again and ask for money out of the trust. I hate this... AND IT WASN'T EVEN MY FAULT! The police report, the witness at the scene, my insurance company...even the other driver admitted it was HIS FAULT. But his GIGANTIC Ford pickup is fine, whereas my car will never start again. His pickup truck can maintain its massive city-driving disuse, whereas my Toyota will never cruise the Eastern seaboard (I'm doing a tour this summer in whatever car I have), will never go to NYC (I've got an environmental conference Saturday thru Monday), will never see the joy of Narutarded love-festing (Anime Boston), and will never get excess sand in its intake valves (beach hopping this summer for sure). No, my little Toyota will know a trash heap and a swift compaction, a strip-down and a series of long, cold eons before our sun explodes and devours the planet, along with all memory of human-kind, and the epic battle between a Ford pickup and a Toyota Camry...
God, that was epic. I think that deserved a fade-to-black and some Star Wars credits.
In other news, I play WoW, work at Market Strategies (formerly Market Insights), and nothing else major is wrong in life. I've gotten into this mode where I'm ready for the 'real world,' looking for a 'real' career and getting ready for non-college life; I've got by Associates in communications, and I'm focusing on sociology right now, but it'll be a while before a Bachelor's degree thanks to bad planning and horrible schedules. I want to be a detective, I think; as much as I like writing, I tried it for a year already, and I don't like the journalism career. At all.
So I don't want to be a journalist anymore. I don't know what I'm doing with my life.
Wow. Maybe there is something major going wrong...