I'm an idiot
Got a speeding ticket last October, on the way home from Fuzzy's first birthday party. Totally legitimate. Had to correct the address the officer wrote, which was of course different from the one that my license said because I'd moved to deal with my depression and other problems. So I never got the information in the mail. And because the end of last year and much of this year was, well, bad, I hadn't dealt with it yet.
So I got up early to call the court today (in a different county, of course) but I couldn't find the ticket until it was too late. Then I found the ticket. And realized I'd read the dates wrong. There is probably a bench warrant out for me, which isn't a HUGELY bad thing, but it's not exactly good. And I have no job, no income, and not a lot of hope of finding those things where I currently live.
I'm trying really hard not to freak out right now, because as of noon today, there's nothing I can do about it until Monday morning when the courts are open again. And so far, I'm not freaking out too much. But that's probably because I'm still waking up and I've gotten enough control over my anxiety now that I'm able to keep it under-control. Pretty sure that's only for now, though. But I have absolutely no idea what I'm going to do.
Seriously. I love driving, and it was totally my fault. But there is this part of me that's a little pissed that this will likely be my fault that I didn't get anything about it because of the address confusion, even though the cop, who initially wrote it down wrong and I had to have him correct it, wrote down the address I needed the stuff sent to. Ugh. Don't freak out, BD, because if you do, it will probably make everything worse.
Well, I'm going to study biology for the test I have Monday, work on cleaning up my smut fic, do the last performances of the play, have the cast party, and get my ass up early Monday morning to call the court and hope I'm not totally screwed. And maybe start looking for a job. Of which there are maybe five that I can do in this damn county. FUCK FUCK FUCK.
/whiny post
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So I got up early to call the court today (in a different county, of course) but I couldn't find the ticket until it was too late. Then I found the ticket. And realized I'd read the dates wrong. There is probably a bench warrant out for me, which isn't a HUGELY bad thing, but it's not exactly good. And I have no job, no income, and not a lot of hope of finding those things where I currently live.
I'm trying really hard not to freak out right now, because as of noon today, there's nothing I can do about it until Monday morning when the courts are open again. And so far, I'm not freaking out too much. But that's probably because I'm still waking up and I've gotten enough control over my anxiety now that I'm able to keep it under-control. Pretty sure that's only for now, though. But I have absolutely no idea what I'm going to do.
Seriously. I love driving, and it was totally my fault. But there is this part of me that's a little pissed that this will likely be my fault that I didn't get anything about it because of the address confusion, even though the cop, who initially wrote it down wrong and I had to have him correct it, wrote down the address I needed the stuff sent to. Ugh. Don't freak out, BD, because if you do, it will probably make everything worse.
Well, I'm going to study biology for the test I have Monday, work on cleaning up my smut fic, do the last performances of the play, have the cast party, and get my ass up early Monday morning to call the court and hope I'm not totally screwed. And maybe start looking for a job. Of which there are maybe five that I can do in this damn county. FUCK FUCK FUCK.
/whiny post
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