Angels In America Ain't Just A Play, It's Real
That was a close one. I paid all my bills and I didn't think I would be able to.
My car payment, though, that was due on the 18th (that I mailed on the 14th or 15th) hasn't cleared yet. I am nervous that they didn't receive it yet. It ships to North Carolina so it should be enough time to get there, but who knows? I am preparing myself for a late-fee. I say this because they have a reason ($$$) to hold it one, little, extra day; they can just 'forget' to process it ONE day and now, it's late. I wouldn't put it past Toyota to do that (take someone's rushed efforts and use it against them).
I shouldn't even have to worry about late-fees, because I SHOULD be able to pay online, right? Well, Toyota is so sneaky that they found a way to make even MORE money off of you; they charge $9.95 for an online check. No thanks. So, I mail my bill every month like I'm fucking Mary Tyler Moore. This month, as I've stated, was so rough on me, that I had to wait to mail the bill to make sure I had the cash in the bank on time. *shrug* It's better than missing it all together.
Now...Onward to true Angels among us.
On Wednesday, at 1pm, I left for school...as I do every (Monday and) Wednesday. I was half way there, parked at a gas pump (as I was on a quarter of a tank). I leaned over, looked into my school bag but I didn't find my wallet. "Oh, it's still in my purse", so I reach behind the passenger seat (where I stash my purse), but there was nothing there. "Are you Kidding ME?" I all of a sudden recalled how I had hung the purse on the bar-chair in the kitchen. "Fuck".
I proceeded to try....TRY to talk myself out of hysterics. For the most part, I was successful. It took me a half hour to get to that point, so if I took a half hour going back home, a half hour BACK to the gas station, 10 minutes to fill up and get back on the interstate.....I would be just in time to miss the start of my exam! Yes, I had an exam. On Beowulf.
So, I did what many girls do in this situation....I called Daddy. He had me go in and ask a manager if I could pay over the phone with a credit card....No. I had nothing to give him. Nothing for collateral, as if that works anymore.
To make things worse, I was also suppose to buy smokes when I got gas....because I only had 5 left. You can imagine how much a smoked after the stress of all this.
I knew I had enough gas to get to class, I just didn't have enough to get home. So, dad offered to drive from Disney/work, to Tampa to give me gas money, but he told me to see if someone else could do it, first. I then made a series of phone calls and text messages but didn't receive any good word....until Richard. He had been at work all that day and got out of work at 8pm, and he could be in Tampa by 9:30-10pm.....not long after my last Fiction class lets out. So, I called dad back and told him that Lancelot, I mean, Richard would make the trip. Then, my dad got all upset with me, saying that "it's damn shame you're making him drive all that way". *but-but-but-you said* I felt so bad that I had done that to poor little Richard.
Now, I only had one cigarette left.
After my exam, I got a text back from my friend, Laura. She lives in Tampa and we usually meet for coffee/lunch on Wednesday before our 6pm classes. I had left her a voicemail, so when she asked if it'd be all right if I came to her (to the bookstore), I said, "SURE". So, I walked over, we met up, we chatted....then she asked how I was doing. I asked her if she'd gotten my voicemail. She hadn't. So, I told what I had done and she said, with no hesitation whatsoever, "Oh, well, we'll fix that. Oh yeah, it's done".
I called Richard off.
Laura and (Andrew!) met me outside of my classroom that night and Andrew drove us to my car (I was parked far away at the Sun Dome). From there, we got gas and after that, Laura said "All right, where do you guys want to eat?" Excuse me? I didn't have any cash. But Laura said, "we haven't hung out like this in a long time, I'm taking you guys out for dinner!" So, we went to TGIF (the one I worked at for 2 months before going back to Orlando) and they even gave us my 50% discount, even though I didn't have my red card.
So....Laura gave me enough gas to get me home (plus some) and then....she fed me.
What did I do to deserve these people? I am so grateful.
My car payment, though, that was due on the 18th (that I mailed on the 14th or 15th) hasn't cleared yet. I am nervous that they didn't receive it yet. It ships to North Carolina so it should be enough time to get there, but who knows? I am preparing myself for a late-fee. I say this because they have a reason ($$$) to hold it one, little, extra day; they can just 'forget' to process it ONE day and now, it's late. I wouldn't put it past Toyota to do that (take someone's rushed efforts and use it against them).
I shouldn't even have to worry about late-fees, because I SHOULD be able to pay online, right? Well, Toyota is so sneaky that they found a way to make even MORE money off of you; they charge $9.95 for an online check. No thanks. So, I mail my bill every month like I'm fucking Mary Tyler Moore. This month, as I've stated, was so rough on me, that I had to wait to mail the bill to make sure I had the cash in the bank on time. *shrug* It's better than missing it all together.
Now...Onward to true Angels among us.
On Wednesday, at 1pm, I left for school...as I do every (Monday and) Wednesday. I was half way there, parked at a gas pump (as I was on a quarter of a tank). I leaned over, looked into my school bag but I didn't find my wallet. "Oh, it's still in my purse", so I reach behind the passenger seat (where I stash my purse), but there was nothing there. "Are you Kidding ME?" I all of a sudden recalled how I had hung the purse on the bar-chair in the kitchen. "Fuck".
I proceeded to try....TRY to talk myself out of hysterics. For the most part, I was successful. It took me a half hour to get to that point, so if I took a half hour going back home, a half hour BACK to the gas station, 10 minutes to fill up and get back on the interstate.....I would be just in time to miss the start of my exam! Yes, I had an exam. On Beowulf.
So, I did what many girls do in this situation....I called Daddy. He had me go in and ask a manager if I could pay over the phone with a credit card....No. I had nothing to give him. Nothing for collateral, as if that works anymore.
To make things worse, I was also suppose to buy smokes when I got gas....because I only had 5 left. You can imagine how much a smoked after the stress of all this.
I knew I had enough gas to get to class, I just didn't have enough to get home. So, dad offered to drive from Disney/work, to Tampa to give me gas money, but he told me to see if someone else could do it, first. I then made a series of phone calls and text messages but didn't receive any good word....until Richard. He had been at work all that day and got out of work at 8pm, and he could be in Tampa by 9:30-10pm.....not long after my last Fiction class lets out. So, I called dad back and told him that Lancelot, I mean, Richard would make the trip. Then, my dad got all upset with me, saying that "it's damn shame you're making him drive all that way". *but-but-but-you said* I felt so bad that I had done that to poor little Richard.
Now, I only had one cigarette left.
After my exam, I got a text back from my friend, Laura. She lives in Tampa and we usually meet for coffee/lunch on Wednesday before our 6pm classes. I had left her a voicemail, so when she asked if it'd be all right if I came to her (to the bookstore), I said, "SURE". So, I walked over, we met up, we chatted....then she asked how I was doing. I asked her if she'd gotten my voicemail. She hadn't. So, I told what I had done and she said, with no hesitation whatsoever, "Oh, well, we'll fix that. Oh yeah, it's done".
I called Richard off.
Laura and (Andrew!) met me outside of my classroom that night and Andrew drove us to my car (I was parked far away at the Sun Dome). From there, we got gas and after that, Laura said "All right, where do you guys want to eat?" Excuse me? I didn't have any cash. But Laura said, "we haven't hung out like this in a long time, I'm taking you guys out for dinner!" So, we went to TGIF (the one I worked at for 2 months before going back to Orlando) and they even gave us my 50% discount, even though I didn't have my red card.
So....Laura gave me enough gas to get me home (plus some) and then....she fed me.
What did I do to deserve these people? I am so grateful.